This Is Why I Can’t Have Nice Things
Thank you to everyone who sent well wishes for our wedding and marriage! Everything went perfectly and the day was a dream. We are yet to receive our official wedding photographs so we still have that excitement to come, but my bouquet was very well received and admired by guests, and was a lovely talking point for many people on the day, as was our very special ring bearer Giantmonk, who looked so smart in his waistcoat, top-hat and boutonniere.
Two weeks have now passed, we have returned from honeymoon and things are returning to a state of normality as we get back to work and busy ourselves with a mixture of the humdrum tasks of day-to-day life and more exciting ventures like plans with wonderful friends and decorating our guest room.
Whilst sorting out all of the things that we needed to move and re-organise on our return from honeymoon before we could begin our guest room makeover, I was reminded of an item that I had put to one side with the hope that one day I might be able to salvage something from the hours of work that I had invested in it. My New Things jumper was once a thing of lightness and airy beauty. This is the jumper after it had already taken one trip through the washing machine and felted a little to make it neither so airy or light, but still slightly fuzzy but beautiful item before it was even worn for the first time:
But never one to do things by half, Mr Awesome decided that this wasn’t anywhere near as tiny and lumpen as a really ruined sweater, so decided to help it on its way by sending it back through the wash on what I can only imagine was a boil wash full of bricks, to present me with this:
Amazingly, the sweater still fits me, though shows off a stretch of midriff that should only be visible on people under the age of 22, or who don’t count macaroni cheese as a staple part of their daily regime.
But in every lumpen, misshapen form there is potential beauty, and neither Mr Awesome nor the piece of ex-knitwear were completely lost in my affections.
I have put the sweater to one side these last few weeks to concentrate on all things lace and ivory-coloured, but in starting a new beginning of sorts and finding ways to enjoy the things that we already have I decided to see if I could find a use for it in our new guest room. The sweater’s newly acquired boxy and tough, hard-wearing qualities seemed to suggest a simple cushion, however, the length of the sweater did not suffice to fit a cushion, so I had to improvise with an off-cut of upholstery fabric that I thought would work well alongside the soft, muted wool: complementary in colour bit with some interesting contrast in the structure of the fabrics and the lustre of the almost industrial-looking distressed houndstooth pattern which has a slight metallic sheen.
I decided to keep the feature of the original asymmetrical hem on the cushion and haven’t attempted to hide what the piece of fabric originally was so have kept the pocket detail. I will probably change the buttons for some dark brushed metal ones once I find some that I like, but I am glad that I didn’t have to throw away the result of so many hours knitting, even if it is no longer performing its intended purpose. I shall also try not to let this put me off investing time in my knitting, entrusting Mr Awesome with the laundry or allowing myself nice things in the fear that they will get ruined. And I did forgive him, immediately, because look at that face…