Back in the 80’s I had a friend who shared my passion for knitting and who was also fortunate enough to be able to travel regularly to England, that Mecca of all things Rowan.
Bridget was generous of her time and energy and would bring me back yarns and pattern in abundance. Almost 20yrs later I take stock of the many Rowan books I possess and the items I have knitted and I realise in hindsight, what a gift she gave.
I have lost contact with her over the years so I can only belatedly say, with all my heart, “Thank You, Bridget”.
The trouble with knitting in Australia is that there are not that many months in the year that such lovely chunky knits, such as this one, can be worn.
It comes from Rowan book #16 and is another boxy knit that, for some unfathomable reason, I made in the short version – ending at hip height. As well as being very unflattering to my 5ft 3in stature this length also leaves my nether regions exposed to cold draughts. So it is too hot for temperate days and not suitable for the rare cold snap we may get, here in the Mountains. Am I ever going to do something about it? Noo.