I decided I would sew up my sweater. I finished it over a month ago, and left it there in my Booths bag, waiting in anticipation at being finished and worn. But, for some reason I did not feel compelled to finish it, no real reason, well, maybe a bit of laziness was to blame, okay, a lot of laziness was to blame. I am sure dear friends you have had the same feeling in the past of “Oh, I just can’t be arsed”, I had done the hard work and just hoped that a miracle would happen in the bag, and it would be all done for me by the faeries, alas the only faery that will be sewing is me. So, I sat at my lovely Indian Rosewood dining table and started with the sleeves. I did one up to the armhole, then pulled out the iron and ironing board and ironed the front and back in order to have a straight line to sew. Sitting down I started sewing the armholes together, after getting halfway round I realised that being distracted by nothing of importance I had sewn the blooding thing the wrong way, in that it looked like a deconstructed garment and rather than being a lovely seam it was inside out. Bollocks was my exclamation and quickly cutting the yarn I then undid it and decided to fold it up and put it on my office desk and do it tomorrow. At least I have one sleeve done.
One of the things I was not sure about was which stitch I should use as there are so many of them. I have edge/selvedge stitches at each end, so there are many possibilities, so far I think mattress stitch seems to the stitch of choice, so tomorrow, I will be going at it like a loon so I can finally wear it.