Here is the completed Jasmine sweater. It is from Elsebeth Lavold’s Summer Breeze Collection, and made in Luna from the Endless Summer Collection, in the shade Silken Damask. I used needle sizes 1 and 3, though I don’t really know why people mention that. What needles I used doesn’t really say anything about what needles you might use. I’m just following the knitting blog custom.

The neckline is the big deal for Jasmine. It is a traditional raglan form, but there are bands of lace at the seams, and a scoop neck. The sleeves are straight and rather loose and there is a bit of waist shaping but it is in all a simple sweater.


This is a very pretty sweater. I’ve made two — one went off to an old college friend of mine and this one is for me.

The yarn suggested for this was Silky Tweed, and someday I may make another in that yarn.

I have also though all along that this would make a very nice top without the sleeves, just using the lace bands. It turns out that Lavold did a version of it just like that, Audrey in the Sophisticated Lady Collection.

No sewing took place chez fibermom yesterday. We had a little birthday party for #2 daughter, and did some slight amount of going around the town. I went to the store and worked long enough to let That Man have his lunch and #2 daughter meet JJ. Bought some books, mostly for birthday gifts.

Then we had a chick flick marathon. My menfolks don’t care to watch such movies at all, so I had been saving some up to watch with #2 daughter. Not that I mind watching them alone, but it is more fun to watch them together. We saw “Intolerable Cruelty,” “Alex and Emma,” and “Two Weeks Notice,” which were enough to finish the Jasmine sweater.

It would probably be possible to measure the length of knitting time for a sweater by the number of DVDs one can watch while knitting it. “This is a 25 DVD sweater,” you could say. Never mind. That sounds daunting.

I hope to wear my new sweater to church (not if as soon as I put it on I feel as though I am being fricasseed, but it is cotton, after all) and then to lunch with the extended family in celebration of a couple of family birthdays. #2 daughter is concerned that the lunch will be filled not only with barbecue, but also with piercing commentaries on the current lack of perfection in her life. She is afraid that she will cry. I pointed out that bursting into tears would unfailingly end all criticism, since our family is not the kind that entertains fellow restaurant patrons with poignant human dramas. We’re also not the kind that demands perfection in people’s lives, but she is worrying.

A friend had sad news yesterday, and I am feeling sad for her. #2 daughter will have to be packed up and sent off to her Zen minimalist apartment (slightly less minimalist after the packing, though) and her job hunt. And it is nearly 100 degrees already and I must bake and cook breakfast. These things mar the near-perfection of my life today, but life is not supposed to be perfect. The anthem for today is “Soon I Will Be Done With the Troubles of the World,” so we will be comforted or at least will feel in tune with what we are singing.