sweater – Juanita Collins

Melissa Peda took this picture of a flower in her garden and posted it on her blog (100BillionStars) the other day. (She has a lovely blog, by the way. You should check it out! I am inspired every single time I visit it.)

I Love This Colour! I used to have a sweater in this same shade of periwinkle blue and I loved it to death. Literally wore it out.

So when I saw this photo, a lightbulb went on and I said to myself, “Nita, you should find yarn in that colour and knit yourself something!”

Like maybe Waterlily by Meghan Fernande:

Or the February Fitted Pullover by Any Herzog:

You know, I haven’t actually set out to knit a just for me item in…decades.

I knit gifts for other people … Scarves, slippers, socks, baby things. The last thing I knit for myself was a sweater way back about 1990.

Well, okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. I think I’ve got a pair of slippers in a drawer somewhere. And I wore a me-made lace knit scarf all winter (…actually, I made it for my mom, but wasn’t happy with it. So I kept the substandard item for myself and knit a better one for her. Have you ever done that?)

So I think it’s time I knit something luscious just for me.

On purpose.

Something in periwinkle blue.

This yarn,maybe?

The search for the perfect colour is on!

I’m participating in the Blogging From A-Z challenge. One blog post for each letter of the alphabet, each day of April (except Sunday).

I wore my purple dress, purple shoes and crochet shrug to work this morning. Half-way through the morning I noticed that I was no longer wearing the shrug. Feeling a wee bit chilly, I felt around behind me on the back of my chair, looking with my hands to slip the sweater back on. No shrug. Huh? I got up and looked around my desk. No shrug. Not on the floor. Not in the drawer (why would it be in there anyway?). Not anywhere in the office! How strange! I walked down the hall to the file cabinet. No shrug. I walked to the ladies room and looked in my usual stall. No shrug. No shrug on the hook behind the door (who knows…). No shrug beside the sinks. I did wear it this morning, didn’t I? I am sure I was wearing it…

Then I remembered walking to the student residence building earlier in the morning, and so I retraced my steps. Out of my office and out of the side doors I go, across the parking lot, and there! in the middle of the parking lot! in a pathetic little heap of abandoned linen crochet, is my shrug!

Now tell me please, how does one’s sweater just happen to fall off of one’s body without one noticing?

Maybe I need to visit the doctor for a mental acuity test.

On another note, does anyone remember which episode this picture belongs to?

I don’t either.

Tag: sweater

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