The Dainty Bed Jacket
I started knitting this months ago, before New York, waaaay back in 2008. And it wasn’t that I wasn’t dedicated to it. I was. For awhile there, it seemed like I was dedicated to frogging it, each part was started several times at least. When it felt like I was on the home stretch, I start to run out of yarn, the type of yarn that Spotlight no longer stocks, so I had to frog an entire sleeve and a half to make them shorter. It really felt like it just didn’t want to be finished and with my track record of starting things and not finishing them, I think it felt like it could get away with that.
Well, not any longer, stash! I overcame yarn issues, what I swear is a missing button, and a complete lack of shape, and turned it into a Dainty Bed Jacket (AKA my Indie Nana Chic Cardi).
The pattern is the Dainty Bed Jacket from Vintage Purls, a wonderful source of vintage patterns, in particular hot 40’s numbers. I used a Spotlight yarn, Moda Vera Trinity, which I have to say looks pretty from a distance, but up close and in your hand feels a bit crunchy and cheap (it was cheap, I can’t dispute that). Nevermind, it stood up to the task, and once blocked, actually looks quite delicate. I believe the only bit that stands out is the crochet edge, but I had made a pledge to remain faithful to the pattern, plus I’m a sucker for ruffles.
The only things that I’m disappointed by, but should’ve seen coming, is that there is no shape to the garment, it’s as wide as my bust and remains so all the way down to the bottom. I picked up some embroidery floss in the same colour as my buttons and knitted an icord. I also sewed some belt loops at the side seams, and it can be tied around the waist, although you’ll see that in the picture I’ve tied it at the back so that it creates its own temporary pleat of sorts. It also pulls the seams the seams so that they sit in the correct place on the waist. And it rounds out any bum nicely, if I do say so myself.
I resigned from the call centre, yesterday was my last day. I spent most of the day crying because I didn’t want to leave my crew, who I might write about later, but I was going to have to make a bit decision of sorts or I’d never get myself back to uni and into a career. They couldn’t offer me part time, so we agreed that this would be the way forward. So I’m back on the job hunt for something more casual. Foolish, I know, scary as hell, but kind of thrilling.