Striped Sweater

I finally did it! I made the sweater that I've been imagining for two months now. The fabric is a sweater knit from my stash. I originally bought it from a second hand store because it was so soft and drapey, and, of course, it was a good price. I thought it would make a great cowl neck sweater with the stripe on the bias, but I wasn't sure how to accomplish that. Then, for Christmas, I got Butterick 5760 with it's cardigan pattern. I had to marry them.

Butterick 5760

Charcoal Wool Skirt

I'm a conservative dresser at heart. I love the look of a well tailored suit, on a man or a woman. Wool and silk are completely irresistible to me. And I dislike the extreme casualness of today's fashions. So it should come as no surprise that I bought Butterick 5760. I originally bought it for the cardigan pattern, but after a closer look I realized that there are other pieces in the envelope that shouldn't be ignored. The more I looked at it, the more I liked the skirt. I like the contoured yoke and the simpleness of the skirt.

Topstitching along the yoke

What to Make Next

"Thing 3" brought the coxsackie virus home from school. Let me tell you, this is a virus to avoid. So, do that. Avoid it. We're sick, that's all there is to it. Too sick to sew... or do anything else, like breathe. We're on day 6 of this bug. Yesterday I took a shower and got dressed. Then I was so tired I needed a nap but I was dressed. I had the nap anyway. Today, I was wiser. Today I skipped the shower. I changed from my pyjamas into clothes. It wiped me out. Then before we went to see the doctor, I realized my leggings were covered in fluff from my flannelette sheets. They were the same leggings I was wearing while I napped yesterday. I had to change into a fresh pair. Whew! I need another nap. See... it's a nasty virus.

What do you do when you're that sick? I can't sew. Even if I have a couple of hours of awake time, I can't sew... my sewing machine is downstairs. I'd never make it back up the stairs again. And sewing with a fever is probably as stupid as sewing after that second glass of shiraz. I spent a whole day (which may only have been an hour of awake time, who knows?) deciding what to make next.