So, having only knit one other before, and that was a couple of years ago, I recently thought, “I know what I’ll do with that lovely Socks that Rock yarn I have knocking about; I’ll knit another BSJ for A.” I imagined it would take me one, perhaps two evenings of knitting at best. Ha.
For those non-knitting readers, whomsoever you may be; masochists probably if you’re not directly related to me by blood,* a BSJ is a Baby Surprise Jacket. It’s like the Holy Grail of knitting divined by the original Grande Dame of the craft, the unimpeachable Elizabeth Zimmerman. One day when grandmotherhood was impending, she devised this pattern for knitting a baby cardigan all in one piece. You just knit this blob and then at the end, sew up the shoulders and voila! you have a baby cardigan. Some people have literally knit this thing hundreds of times. I have knit it almost hundreds of times because I had to keep ripping the bloody thing out as my increases and decreases got out of kilter. The key to it looking nice it to really keep those increases and decreases in neat diagonals and for some reason last week, I could not do it. Maybe it was something to do with both children and myself being sick and a cascade of events related to that sickness that snowballed into the worst week ever… yes, that was probably the reason. Frogging this little jacket again and again was my only outlet.
Yet, despite all the odds, I got it mostly finished. When you cast off it looks like this:
A garter stitch blob. Then with a little origami:
I still need to sew up those shoulders, block it and complete some rather ambitious finishing for the closure; I intend to learn to crochet properly for this one little thing, and then get it on A for another fist-bitingly adorable photo shoot.
But one thing at a time. I’ve only just got the buttons on this:
* Blood relations reading this are also assumed to be masochists.
I knitted this cardigan for B back when she was about 4 months old from a beautiful skein of Socks that Rock heavyweight. I think the colorway is called Mossay. I fell in love with the yarn at Stitches West back in 2010; justified buying it with future progeny in mind and took ridiculous love-letter photos of it for my ravelry stash.
I pulled it out again (from the hanger in the closet where it has been languishing) to put on A for our annual New Year’s photos at the Getty Villa. (I know, I know. “Yes, dahling, we like to mosey around the Villah before we welcome the New Yahr…” But it’s a tradition and it’s OUR tradition. It’s actually a couple of hours of chasing a toddler around and trying to get a good photos in the amazing light and surroundings before we hightail it for home to get to bed before 9:00PM. The first year we went with B, Andy was rude to a very pregnant Jennifer Garner in the elevator before he realized she was Jennifer Garner. It’s a funny story now but he still feels bad about it…)
This was B back on 12.31.11.:
And then the horror… When I first pulled this delicious little item, perhaps my favorite knit of all my knits for B; the one I was most excited to see A in, I didn’t notice the carnage that had been wrought by some bastard moths. It’s kind of hard to see in the first photo above.
But after a few hours wearing it, I noticed a strange notch in the button band and when I investigated, I was gutted to find TWO more LARGE holes. Feckin’ moths! What can you do?
What can one do? I do have a modest amount of the yarn left over, and was recently reading Kate Gilbert’s interesting article about sock darning in the latest Twist Collective after moths ate her socks, so I am hoping there is a manageable way to fix this little sweater. The damage is only in the garter section of the yoke and the button band. I am going to start researching ways to fix it, and ways to better store my hand knits, now that they are piling up and no doubt tempting all the winged, yarn-hungry beasties.
Any advice would be much appreciated!