The shorter days have brought on an overwhelming urge to knit.
And hanging out at 6.5 stitches has coloured me charcoal.
I do so love old pattern books that title their jumpers according to the calibre of the men wearing them. Choosing a pattern from a plethora of such charismatic names as Marshal, Clifford, Dean and Blair was tough, let me tell you.
But there was something about Jason's buttoned collar, with shirt 'n' tie combo, that just screamed, "Virgo!".
And, given my history with fastidious, Irish-Catholic men, it seemed a natural selection.
So, 87 tension squares later, and an armload of this:
and I'm settling in for a Winter of movies and knitting.
The Belisa is a strange creature. It claims to be 100% cashmere, and is very soft, but not as soft as I expected. It also smells strongly of wool, and I suspect the surreptitious addition of a little merino. Having said that, it's still a beautiful yarn, and knits up sweetly, indeed.
And chances are that Jason won't be able to tell the difference.
Pattern here, in 3 blokey sizes.
And a top o' the mornin' to ye.
