I was inspired by Kate from fabrickated to make the Lorelle jumper by Kari-Helene Rane (check out her swoonworthy patterns on Ravelry). Kate’s jumper is much more elegant than mine, and I need to point out that this is the first jumper she’s knitted – ever!
My jumper proved really hard to photograph. I made several attempts as I have worn it a lot on this trip. You can’t see any of the lovely detail at the yoke or around the bottom, except in this photograph where Mark and I are busy having yet another cream tea (think scones, jam and clotted cream).
I used some charcoal coloured wool that I bought in Iceland earlier this year. It is Lettlopi and it is made in Iceland, which is nice. It is an aran weight and this jumper is designed for something much finer, but I decided not to be put off by this, as I knew the finished jumper would be really warm and useful.
I knitted a swatch and noticed that it shrank quite a lot and felted a little when it was washed, so I made my jumper one size bigger and to my horror, found I’d made a dress! The bottom of this jumper was at my knees. I washed and blocked it, but it was still far too big, and it smelt of wet sheep, even when it was dry. I love sheep, but walking round in a cloud of eau de ewe probably isn’t high on my list of priorities, so I gave it another little wash, but in slightly warmer water and I do admit to a bit of agitation. The result is what you see here, still a little large, but I think another wash and it might fit better. The smell has also gone, I’m pleased to report.
This jumper is so warm that I can usually wear it with just a couple of layers under and no coat. I did add a knitted scarf and my Lotus Blossom hat. Here I am in Great Malvern, near my sister’s house.
and lolling around in the most marvellous B&B in Woodstock. This is a 15th century coaching inn and it’s not hard to imagine it with horses and carriages rolling over cobbled streets outside. It is also just a few metres away from the gardens at Blenheim Palace.
Please note my poppy. A really charming thing here is that local knitting groups make poppies for sale for Remembrance Day and I now have a collection of crocheted poppies. I might even have a go at making my own next year.
Here I am having fun with my sister in Worcester.
On the beach in Poole. I can’t believe the quality of the sky at sunset here. It is so much more pearlescent than at home.
I really love the quaint bridges, and this one is over a stream in a park in Bournemouth. There are a line of such bridges in this park.
and a last one of that sky and my
I am already planning another of these jumpers for next year, and this time it will definitely be a little more elegant.