Meet the 'Titanic' Sweater

What you see pictured above (and below) is my first attempt at knitting a sweater in pieces. The pattern was simple enough, and I got a great deal on the two skeins of handpainted 'Fingerlakes' wool. I'd even purchased a ball-winder and swift, so readying the skeins was no problem. What I hadn't counted on was the uneven coloring of hand dyed yarn (yes, I know how dumb that sounds now.) Something else I was unprepared for was my firstborn's appetite for movies. Movies with lots of sappy violin music. Movies that ended badly.

She was just a wee little thing when the movie "Titanic" first came out. My crazy aunt in Alabama sent the child her own copy. I refused to watch it, though I sat in the living room with her. I edited out the 'steamy sex scene'. I stupidly looked up in time to see a frozen mother still clutching her dead baby. Twice. Yes, gentle reader, my firstborn daughter's appetite for cinema can and has brought both of her parents to their knees. Six hours of my life, sucked away, and all I have left to show for it is this:

A sweater that has, so far, been worn by four of my five children. A sweater that taught me how to cope with painted yarns. A sweater that waves a big "hello" to a nice knitter down in Georgia, who is hosting a nice yarn contest for some of her gorgeous handpainted yarn. I'm terribly partial to "Wish You Were Here", but they are all lovely... she has an Etsy shop, and there's a link to her right over there on the right... go click on Lotusknitter's blog and have a peek. Be sure to say "hey" and leave her a little comment... bloggers love that, you know. Makes us feel less crazy about typing to ourselves. Happy snooping! Cami

p.s. If this should publish with the weird, bold, underlined paragraph in the middle bit, I apologize. I tried to make it leave, but it just stuck out it's tongue and winked. Devilish blog.