Whenever I told anyone I knew I was pregnant, they assumed I had knit a pile of items for the baby. Everyone was surprised I hadn't knit a stitch. I was even surprised, especially since I usually cast on immediately upon finding out that other people are pregnant. In a past post, I attributed this to the crippling pressure of wanting to make really nice things. But now I think I have it figured out. It's a weather thing.
In San Diego, you don't really need to own hand knits. Hell, you don't even really need socks (I had a really hard time finding baby socks, even at Babies R Us). So though I could physically knit something, I wasn't all that inspired. Then my husband got a job offer from Toronto and it was like the flood gates were open. When my husband was trying to make a decision and listing the pros and cons of moving back, his words were drowned out in my head by a mental list of the sweaters I wanted to make for Coco. And this was before he decided to take the job! As we discussed how this move would impact our careers, I swatched for Owlet by Kate Davies in Malabrigo Worsted. Before I knew it, he was accepting the position and I was casting off. Who knew the memory of winter could be such a driving force?
The sweater is great and I love the Paris Night colorway, I just wish I had made it bigger. I calculated that Coco would be just over 4 months when we landed in Toronto, so I knit the 6 month size. Little did I know, he would be such a good eater. Right now, he's so big that he's already filling it out pretty well. Of course just this means I'll need to make him something else.
My poor friend Gilly made a similar estimation of size and I'm not sure her beautiful sweater will fit by the time we make it to Toronto. We'll just have to make sure we take him for an evening stroll on the beach so he can get a bit of wear out of it.
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