I've been wanting to knit this jumper ever since my friend Anna showed it to me the summer before last. I bought the yarn on sale along with that for Elli's HWBC, and have been dreaming of it since. I put it off and put it off because I thought I wasn't good enough to knit it yet, then bought the yarn and pattern for a more ambitious cabley project, and finally settled down to knit Catriona a few months ago.
I've really enjoyed the cable pattern, I love this yarn, I still can't wait to wear it - and yet. There's something prosaic about this jumper, far from the magic of which I'd dreamt. I knit some here, knit a bit there, didn't read the pattern properly and had to rip back quite a bit (measuring 55 cm from end of ribbing, instead of from cast-on edge), put off grafting the shoulders for a month, changed my mind about the length and frogged some more, and finally, amidst half-packed boxes and with half an eye on the Olympics, stitched the shoulder seams together.
I couldn't work out how to Kitchener in pattern (any suggestions?) and since the pattern didn't match up properly anyway, I knit two rows in stocking stitch before grafting front and back. I think it looks okay. Not perfect; the transition between reverse and right side stocking stitch is a bit abrupt, and the cables lump up a bit, but okay.
And now, as they say, I'm on the home strait. I wonder if my knitting mojo is lurking somewhere under the heaps of things I have yet to pack?