The Hooded Man.

I'll be brief: it's finished. The blasted hooded pullover is knitted, sewn but sadly not blocked properly to relax the stitching as Dave wanted to get on and wear it. Who am I too complain? After all, he only waited over a year for it, bless.



And so here it is, in all its wobbly-stitched, uneven entirety and I must say I am rather pleased with it. Admittedly, the photographs have managed to make Davey look far wider than he actually is and I would like to also point out that the colour of the wool is a beautiful flecked denim blue which I love (Sirday Click for those who need to know such things - great to knit with).



Today is cold in Cornwall, a dull day with low light levels, a day to make the mood sink a little. Dave has had some hard weeks at work with much on his plate. He had more to do today as the next phase of his Masters needed completing, one task too many when all you want to do is to relax and enjoy the weekend.



He finished his work just as I finished sewing up. The pullover was hastily pulled over and a smiling Mr Davey emerged from its snuggly depths, the dense weave of the stitches light enough to feel comfortable, yet close enough to bring warmth, a little like a cuddle perhaps.



Much love worked into every stitch, a cuddle given, a beaming smile received in return. Success then.

Happy Sunday x