If you've been hanging around And She Knits Too, you might remember this sweater. Collette in Rowan Yorkshire Aran 4ply, from the Rowan Vintage Style book.
Here's how far I got:
A while later my knitpal Keri told me she was looking for a knitting challenge. She was bored with her projects and wanted something that would bend her brain. Then, get this, she OFFERED to knit Collette for me. After the psychological assessment, and a bunch of "are you sures?!" from me, I gave her the stuff, and told her to go for it. I promised to never ask about it, put any pressure on her or ever comment about this sweater. As far as I was concerned it was like I never thought of knitting it, and if nothing came of it, that suited me fine.
She had the back done in a couple of months. I was pleased, but beyond telling her she was awesome and it looked amazing, I said nothing.
Some years went by. We're still good friends. The sweater is occasionally mentioned by Keri who says she intends to finish it. I say nothing.
This year, Keri got the urge to finish the things in her WIP basket. Including Collette. She made completing it her Olympic project. I felt very honoured. And last weekend at our knitting retreat, she handed me the pieces of Collette. Done. Finito. Gorgeous.
I must also say that Keri can knit Intarsia freakin' lace in rooms with other people, whilst talking. She is amazing. (She designed Jeanie--that tells you something about her knitting prowess).
I took all the pieces home and put them together and wove in the 10,000 ends.
How the heck am I ever to repay her?
The fit is perfect. The colours are gorgeous. The knitting is superb. Look at the detail. I am not worthy.