Here is the sweater. Beautiful wool. Beautifully woven. A garage sale treasure of a find.
It was commissioned by the mother of the seller from a local weaver in Sarnia, southwestern Ontario more than thirty years ago for the daughter graduating from nursing.
It had worn and aged well but there were two
areas that needed fixing.
Here is the woman who made it so many years ago. I thought of her as I sat outdoors in late afternoon sun and stopped those runaway stitches. Sarnia is close to my beloved hometown of St. Thomas and an uncle grew up there. Perhaps the families knew each other.
It is not an 'invisible' mend in material or method; it reflects the two participants. The stitches have been corralled and the sweater will go on for perhaps another thirty years or more.
When I bought the sweater I did not think it would be for me but the warmth of it on my lap as I worked on it in autumn breeze and thinking about the weaver made me wonder if perhaps it was for my use.
Then, when it was finished and I tried it on for the first time - no. It does not fit. Someone is waiting on it. I am a contented catalyst.
What a lovely style sweater. It looks long enough to be one of the cardi-coats they are now selling at Old Navy. I love this style of sweater and have 3 different ones.
Posted by: Crafty Gardener | September 28, 2009 at 03:43 AM
Morning Linda It is long enough and draped to be more than a sweater and you have given me the term for it - yes! - cardi-coat. Thanks. Had not heard this before. The arms were made longer than normal to suit the wearer so this gives you an idea of the extra length of c-c as well. The cuffs, on me, still give a bit of the blousson effect on the sleeves. And it carries an aura of 'nurse'.
Posted by: karen | September 28, 2009 at 06:48 AM