What was his name?

This here is my favourite cardigan, or I think it might be if I could ever finish it.
favourite cardie
It’s mistake stitch rib in Patons Ballybrae, a discontinued but fabulous light worsted weight yarn. The pattern is from the Spring 2000 issue of Interweave Knits, designed by Kathy Zimmerman, who’s designs are generally lovely. I’ve been working on it for three years. Because it’s for me it tends to fall to the bottom of the pile. It’s been shuffled to the top because I’m freezing, and all it needs is 3/4 of a sleeve and a collar.
When I first saw this pattern I didn’t know if I was going to be able to knit it. There was one thing about it that just sent a shudder through me. It made me want to run screaming, and before anybody saw me thinking about knitting it. It took me a long time to get over it, and even now I’m a little worried. What could possibly deter me from knitting a pattern I adore?
It was the name. Brace yourselves.
“The Very Thought Of Him”
I know. It still makes me a little nauseous and I’ve spend three years trying to accept that I’m going to own a sweater named something as completely…what? What do you call that? Girlie? Mushy? What? The blurb in the magazine says that it’s designed to evoke the feeling of wearing a boyfriends sweater.
My worst nightmare is that I finally finish the thing, do the making up, sew on the buttons and put it on with the perfect shirt (yeah I’ve got it picked out….I like to plan ahead) and gleefully go into the street, with all the confidence that comes from wearing something that you think is perfect…only to have somebody walk up to me and say “Hey, isn’t that “The Very Thought of Him”?
The very thought that I would buy yarn, a pattern, spend countless hours knitting, sew on buttons (I hate sewing on buttons) all to evoke the memory of a boyfriend I never had is a little more than I can bear. Nevertheless, it’s a darned nice sweater so I’ve put all that aside and I’m going to wear it anyway. If the above mentioned nightmare ever actually occurs, I’m just going to look the person in the eye and say “No, it isn’t”

9 thoughts on “What was his name?

  1. Maudlin. The word you’re looking for is maudlin. As in �displayed an almost maudlin concern for the welfare of animals� (Aldous Huxley). For me, it brings to mind people who’d prefer to run over an old lady if it was required to avoid hitting a kitten. It’s like sentimental turned up to eleven.

  2. Well, Ken. You have endeared yourself to me, and I don’t even know you.
    Always hit the kitten first.
    As to the awkward twee name, I think that’s a little problem Interweave has. The garment names just go too far. Maybe you could discuss this with them, as you’re in cahoots with them over there.
    Steph, the more you say, the more I like you.
    I would cringe and crawl if I had to confess to making a sweater with such a moniker.

  3. I agree about the name. It’s so…..can’t do better than maudlin. It’s made in “mistake rib” so if someone mentions that horrible name, just say, “no, it’s a mistake” and walk away. The answer will make no sense to anyone but you, and will leave the rude person standing with their mouth hanging open.
    I love your socks, all of them. I just discovered the fleece artist yarn last week and am almost finished a pair in turquoise. The LYS that I bought it from has a huge variety of their yarn, and as soon as the thermometer moves up past -40 I am going back to buy more.
    I look forward to hearing if the mill shop has the extras mentioned.
    I am enjoying your blog.

  4. Thanks Barb, for the compliments on the socks and the blog. I’m enjoying imagining your scenario too. “it’s a mistake” Perfect.

  5. why do all these comments end in refinace options? i read the comments becuase they’re almost (not quite, but almost) as good as the blog, but then i run into these long and annoying offers for me to refinance something. not entirely sure what. morgage and loans, i think.

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