notting hill vest
Talk about a labour of love.
I started this in September, as I knew that the bloke would love it. Did I mention that my cabling experience was limited?
I struggled through the back, cast on the front, and abandoned it.
Just over a fortnight ago, I decide that the best way would be to pick it up and do a couple of rows at a time. No pressure, just half an hour here and there.
After an hour, I realised that the pattern really had stuck in my head, and I raced through it.
Hell, I even picked up the bands right away, much to the shock of everyone who knows my finishing-phobia.
I love it, the bloke loves it, and the woman who was staring on the bus seems to like it too.
1 Comments:
That is lovely! And isn't it satisfying to knit for someone who appreciates it?
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