I’m back at work on #1 son’s sweater, watching The Monarch of the Glen.

Archie is wearing a merlot-colored pullover with full-fashioned decreases at the edges of a stand-up ribbed color. Slightly dropped sleeves and something interesting at the sides of the colllar that I can’t quite see. Possibly a few extra rows of purl that lets the edges furl at both sides, possibly a couple of seams.

Archie has a fine collection of sweaters, and others have a lovely pullover or two as well. They’re beautifully knitted and I think they’re made by hand. And yet nobody ever knits. Never. They sing, dance, cook, paint landscapes, play with kites and model trains, fish, and bake, but not a soul knits.

So where did all those lovely sweaters come from?