• Knitting & Crafting

    Anthropologie Inspired Capelet (Cropped Cardigan)


    Anthropologie Inspired Capelet (Cropped Cardigan), started October 21, 2007, finished November 2, 2007
    Pattern: Antropologie Inspired Capelet from Peony Knits
    Yarn: Naturally Yarns Naturelle 14ply (131 yds 100g 100% Pure New Zealand Wool) Shade 551 – less than 3 skeins
    Needles: 7mm 100cm circs
    Modifications: Lengthened body and sleeves, magic looped the sleeves
    Lessons Learned: Well, this is my first sorta real garment, so I was able to see the raglan increases happening
    Cost of Project: $15 for the yarn.
    Would I knit it again? No, I don’t think so. It’s nice for a beginner, but I’d try to make a better capelet, cardigan or whatnot next time.

    Anthropolgie Inspired Capelet (Cropped Cardigan) Hair Record

    Pattern Notes and Comments: The yarn was on sale and originally intended for Ester. I decided to make this instead, and I’m not a big fan of the colour, but it’s warm. Since I made it longer, it has no shaping in the arm or the waist. My mother convinced me to lengthen the body so it’s now more of a cropped cardigan than a capelet (but it was also more of a shrug really). The yarn is not superwash so I don’t know how often I’ll wear it. Also, it’s only so so as a piece I’d actually wear, but it is my first real garment since I’ve only done accessories, socks or dishcloths up to this point.

  • Musings


    Peace and Victory

    In Flanders Fields
    By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
    Canadian Army

    IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
    Between the crosses row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.