Story of a sweater
This sweater is Berenice, designed by Julie Hoover for the Brooklyn Tweed Kids collection. I love the yarn (Mountain Meadow Wool's sport weight Cody), and the design, and how well the pattern is written. Still, I'm not 100% happy with the finished sweater, and guess whose fault that is? Yup, mine.
I've used Mountain Meadow Wools--both Cody and Jackson (a substantial DK) in a number of different projects. It is a super soft, lively, bouncy wool that is FUN to knit with. It's hard to explain it without saying that it feels alive, somehow. I've used it for the Wurm Hat, a Vector scarf, a Baby Surprise Jacket, Lempster, and Barrett. So I'm not lacking experience with it. And I know that it is hand-dyed, and there can be variations in tone within the same dye lot. No problem, right? It's a small sweater!
Wrong, wrong, wrong. The first two skeins were so closely matched that they were virtually indistinguishable. Those two carried me through all of the back, and up to the armhole of the front. (Because it's a dolman style short sleeve, those two pieces are all there is, except for the added ribbing.) I changed added a third skein at the sleeve shaping on the front, and then proceeded to finish knitting the front. Mostly in dim lighting, and I was concentrating on some "at the same time" shaping--sleeves, shoulders, neckline. And when I finished, you could see where I'd changed skeins, clear as day.
For the two adult sweaters I made, I alternated skeins throughout. Grown-up sweaters--it was just the smart thing to do. I don't know why I thought I didn't need to for the smaller one. My solution was to pull both pieces back to the underarm, and start alternating there. You can still see the transition, but it is at least the same on front and back, and it's much less prominent than it was.
But you can still see it. You never know; someday, I might reknit the whole thing. I'm not up to it right now. It's a gorgeous pattern, knit with a wonderful yarn--made imperfect by an imperfect knitter. That's how things go sometimes, right?