About 3 hours after my last post, I drove up to Newburyport for my regular spin night. Spin night now meets in a yarn shop
. This is a dangerous thing. I sat with my friends, happily spinning and chatting. About half an hour before the night was over, I looked up over the register and saw a sample sweater. A simple raglan pullover, with striped sleeves, solid body, striped gusset panels at the sides. The stripes were 2 different Kureyon colorways, making one of those magical combinations we've all been seeing in scarves a lot lately.
"What is that sweater?" I asked our hostess.
"Its a shop pattern, its free when you buy the yarn."
"Its really beautiful, could I see it?"
"Sure, I'll get it down for you, do you want to try it on?"
I did. It fit perfectly. I loved it. My friends told me it flattered me. I wanted it. Badly. I held strong in my resolve that I could not possibly start another sweater right now. I asked if I could just buy the sweater (!? - a sign that I was truly bewitched), the answer was no. I need this sweater. Cheryl
led me to the wall of Noro trying to tempt me. My will remained strong.
I dreamt of the sweater that night - my poor little obsessed brain. The next morning, I emailed our hostess asking her to put aside the exact yarn for me, I'd be in on Friday to pick it up. Same colors not in stock/discontinued, "why not come in and I can help you choose what colors you'd like?" I did just that. Cast on at noon on Friday, less than 48 hours after seeing the fated sweater. 2 sleeves complete in 48 hours, body begun. I will have this sweater, and soon.