Tuesday Project Roundup: Shocking Pink Sweater

I hope it gets cold this winter because I have another sweater ready, bringing this year’s count of completed sweaters to five, four of which got finished within the same calendar year (!). This is a shocking pink Ozetta Lakes Pullover, last seen in April: A bright pink saddle shoulder sweater laid flat on an orange background

 

My version didn’t end up quite as oversized as the sample shown in the pattern–I’m not sure why other than math is hard? (I know I kept going on the sleeve decreases just based on vibes, so…) But it’s still loose enough to be comfy and, of course, not itchy in a 70% cotton/30% merino blend (Cascade Cantata from Harmony).
A woman in a bright pink sweater and light wash jeans takes a selfie in front of a mirror. There are two cats in the background.

 

The pronounced saddle shoulder is what drew me to the pattern, and I really like the detail it adds to an otherwise plain sweater.

 

(Special thanks to the Giardia Brothers, who arrived at the end of this project but gave it their all to help me block this and take pictures.)
An orange cat and a gray cat walk over a pink sweater that's pinned to a blocking mat. They are the Sweater Inspectors.

Semi-Retirement Is Pretty Great?

Doc is 55, I’m 46; a few years ago, I told our financial planner my goal is to be able to go part-time in 10 years so when he retires/also goes part time, we can go have adventures.

I currently have about a part-time job’s worth of freelance and he has random weekdays off, so I’ve been dragging him up canyons and trying out my future plan. Spoiler: I love it so much. If I didn’t have to actually earn enough money in the present to make that future plan happen, I might never go back to full-time again.

Wednesday Essay

This investigation by Rachel Handler is a depressing look into late-stage capitalism, a deep dive into a single subject, and a source of incredible sentences: “The Chocolate Conspiracy.” (Subhead: “Everyone in my life agreed: It tastes different now. I ventured into the molten belly of our crumbling world to find out why.”)

Some incredible sentences:

It was a classic American story about men and the things they will do to cheat death (betray their fathers) and how, with enough drugs, you could lose the ability to taste or feel things.

Perhaps for Hershey—or anyone—it’s easier to smile and pretend nothing has changed and nothing will change, that we were experiencing endless moments of goodness. That everything was the same balance of chocolate and peanut butter it had always been. I understood and empathized with this reality; it was one I visited whenever I ate a combo THC-CBD gummy and watched Emily in Paris.

Eating [faux chocolate] evoked in me powerful dystopian fantasies. I imagined Sam Altman’s grandson’s buxom AI servant handing it to me to tide me over as I waited on a line thousands of people long, flames licking my face from a nearby data-center fire, to bid on a bed in his Tesla-sponsored underground-bunker pop-up.

 

Tuesday Project Roundup: “Artistic Woman of a Certain Age” Vest

Anyone else remember the heyday of the Elizabeth Suzann clothing brand? It had a death grip on my particular internet corner from about 2016 – 2020; pattern designers were releasing dupes (which I sewed in 2018) and I even ordered their Clyde Vest ready made about that time–and returned it, because I didn’t think it was very well-sewn for $200.

You know what’s coming: Elizabeth Suzann has been transitioning from a clothing company to a pattern company since 2020, so I finally made my own version of the Clyde Vest (and made sure it was well-sewn).

A woman takes a mirror selfie with a gray cat by her feet. She's wearing a long tan vest with pockets

A woman takes a mirror selfie in a long tan vest with pockets. The vest is knee length and voluminous.

This is EXTREMELY Swedish art teacher-coded. It’s giving “Eileen Fisher isn’t cool enough for my collection of handmade beads” vibes. It’s saying, “I take pottery vacations to Taos every winter.” It’s sending a message that you are a certain age and don’t want to get too hot but being dramatically surrounded by fabric is non-negotiable. I like it, in other words.

I used a 7.5 ounce stretch twill from Nick of Time Fabrics, which is fast becoming my JoAnn Fabrics replacement when I need a lot of yardage. The pattern itself is really beginner-friendly, with instructions for clean finishes throughout. I like the deep armholes for layering and the pockets are big enough to hold snacks or a ball of yarn or your plein-air art supplies.

 

Sun’s Back

That October golden light is back after the rain so everyone’s enjoying it.
Late afternoon light on the side of a mountain, see through bare trees A little orange cat curled on the edge of a sofa in the sun

(Well, some of us are enjoying biting the bee more than the sun, but it’s still nice that the rain stopped.)
A chonky gray cat on a blanket in a chair, attacking a toy with a crazy face

Friday Links

1. How I feel reading the news this year:

@weberstatechoirs You gotta be sure to teach your singers the real classic songs! #choir #weberstate #funny #meme #utah ♬ original sound – WeberStateChoirs

 

2. This makes me long for a really targeted asteroid but is also kind of funny: “Has No Friends”: Amazon Is Keeping Amazingly Detailed Records on Its Customers and They Are Downright Insulting

 

3. A game to test your color memory: “Humans can’t reliably recall colors… We’ll show you five colors, then you’ll try to recreate them.” (It’s hard!)

Thursday Poem

Anne Carson just won the Nobel Prize in literature. I don’t know her work very well but if it’s all like this, I should fix that. Because what a way to describe someone you love!

 

O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love
by Anne Carson

I like being with you all night with closed eyes.
What luck—here you are
coming
along the stars!
I did a road trip
all over my mind and heart
and
there you were
kneeling by the roadside
with your little toolkit
fixing something.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

Wednesday Essay

This is a longer read but a take I can get behind 100% : Deskilling the body, by Melanie Challenger. Essentially, she argues that modern thinking and tech that encourage us to treat the body as a container for the brain are doing us a disservice, and that our thought processes and very selves are a result of how our bodies move through the world. (Now I want to read an essay about what LIFTING WEIGHTS does for us in this holistic context but I guess I have to write that one myself.)

Some selections:

Once we decide that the mind is the real human and the rest of the body only hardware, it becomes easier to disregard the physical work, including the neurocognitive work of a biological brain, through which we move, find our way, put thoughts into words, and recognise our own needs.

[…] From balance to sensing what is happening inside us, our bodies are continuously perceiving and, crucially, remembering in the flesh. Our thoughts can emerge as much from bodily intelligence and our awareness of the wider world as from abstract symbols on a screen.

[…] I have come to believe that our bodily deskilling is, in many ways, a loss of faith in what it is to be alive. A life of physical effort and friction is not only unavoidable if we want to be as resilient and capable as possible, but it is, in a nontrivial sense, the source of our intelligence.