Today, I introduce you to my Dad, Jack. He would describe himself as 87 & 11/12th years old. Dad, as faithful readers know, is a lover of all things jazz.
When I came across this sweater pattern a few years ago, I thought it was something Dad would enjoy wearing.
Dad was enthusiastic from the moment he first saw the pattern. Knowing that he seldom wears pullovers I offered to make it as a vest, putting the intarsia work on the back.
I asked "What colour would you like, Dad?"
"It's going to be a striking vest. Might as well be really striking. How about red?" he said.
Red it was/is. Made with Peer Gynt wool. I can't say that it was an easy knit. I can't say that it was a quick knit. I can say that by the time it was finished, I vowed never to do another.
But when saw it on him, again, last Saturday I was struck by the beauty of it. Amazed to think that my hands had created it, I said to myself "That's why knitters knit."
It's art. It's beautiful. It's striking. It's awsome. I can't believe I did it.
Maybe I should do another one.