I finished that gorgeous hat over the weekend – Hallstatt is off the needles, and isn’t it pretty?
Yarn is Sublime Baby Cashmerino DK – and I knit the pattern almost as written – the recipient would be opposed to something tight around their head, so I knit the whole thing on the larger needles, rather than knitting the ribbing on smaller ones. It’s more of a head topper than a head hugger now, and should suit.
When I was done, I knit on the emergency sock I keep in my purse for waiting times – and I thought about what to make next. I’ve been carrying around more Freia Handpaints to make another Bonfire (knits so nice I’ll make it twice) but I’ve also been thinking about a sweater for me – something simple and wearable, like Vintersol or Humulus. I know – I’ve said before that yoked sweaters aren’t really my thing – but that’s not entirely true. I love them and think they’re so very pretty on other people (and I’ve knit a couple I couldn’t resist) but I have broad, square shoulders and a generous rack, and my mother always said that sweaters like that make me look like an advancing tank. She stressed the role that v-necks should play in my life, and she’s not wrong. They’re flattering for me.
The thing is – It turns out that maybe I don’t give a crap. I mean, maybe it’s okay if I look like an advancing tank, and maybe nobody cares. It’s taken me getting this old to suspect that when I leave a room, people do not discuss my neckline choices in a way that’s going to have any actual impact on my life. As a matter of fact, I suspect that nobody is discussing my necklines at all. (If this is not true, and it is all you discussed with your friends on the way home from a book signing or workshop, say nothing now.) It is possible that I’ve spent years trying to avoid criticism that is definitely not forthcoming, and that much like my mother’s warnings about the lengths of my skirts (I have always worn them too long for a woman my height) and the fact that I don’t wear lipstick (just to brighten me) or that I love neutral colours (despite the fact that I would look so much better with a little colour by my face) the round neck/yoke thing might be true, but unimportant. Maybe, I think to myself, maybe I should just wear whatever sweaters I like.
This is bold thinking for a woman who has worried about her square shoulders her whole life, so it didn’t quite take hold. I’ll continue to contemplate this, as I knit another sweater for Elliot.
Elwood, in yarn leftover from All. Those. Hats.
Elliot has no position on necklines yet.