In my continuing mission to rid myself of all badly fitting garments or shocking design choices, I took the plunge with a jumper that had been with me since 2004.
That’s right people, Klaralund is no more.
Why? Because she was boxy and I’m not a supermodel with no boobs, no belly and no hips. And I actually have a discernible waist. And it made me look clumpy and frumpy all the same time. And I kept dipping the flared sleeves in the washing-up water.
Well, it went from this:
and finally to this:
I have a design picked out and ready to go (including some modifications, naturally) and I’ll get going as soon as I’ve finished the cotton angora top. If I finish it?
A criminally-negligent amount of actual knitting has been achieved since the last post, so my departing shot will be swatch photo.
Ooooh ….. any guesses? 🙂