Yesterday, after dinner, I took my own Zambezi yarn over to the knitting machine and started my version of Whisper. Having tried on Sandy's at knit group a few weeks ago, I knew the pattern, as designed, was too drapey for me. Droopy rather than drapey was the feeling I had. Being short, those styles sometimes make me feel as if I'm wearing my bathrobe. Not a pretty sight in public.
So I re-wrote the pattern to more appropriately fit a petite person. At the machine, within minutes I zipped off one front. then the back. As exciting as that was to be able to knit an entire vest in half an hour, I made myself stop. It can't be this easy I thought. If by chance, I had mis- calculated, it would be a lot of mohair to rip back. Today, I pinned the two pieces together, pinned the whole thing to me at the shoulders, then stood in front of the bedroom mirror to take a self portrait. Awkward.
Only then did the memory kick in. I have my new, duct-tape, dress form. Now doesn't that look better?