Siren Call

Suddenly, in the midst of absolutely sweltering heat, I've been hit by the siren call of wool Dora's sweater, AND Serena's Aran. BOTH. When it is almost painful to have skin touching skin, I want to knit wool? I'd like to know where my mind has gone. Rude comments are cheerfully entertained.

Here is a brief reminder, as it has been so very long, of Serena's sweater. This is the remake of her high school graduation sweater that the two of us designed. Then it was made of 2 strands of worsted weight acrylic yarn. Now it is being made of 2 strands of Brown Sheep Nature Spun Fingering in Touche Teal. I think. Almost exactly the same color, though. A few minor modifications, though, to acknowledge the change in styles, but she wants the it much the same as before. And then, please, Mom, I'd like my graduation afghan redone in wool too. (The sweater matched the afghan.) The sweater has been languishing here, as she no longer wears it. She loves wool now, and other natural fibers. That way, I can use it for measurements, and to make sure I stay true to the original. And honestly, last winter, when I got cold, I pulled it on!

And here is the new one. We will probably eventually have to give it a new name, as graduation sweater isn't really fair to it. After all, that isn't true any more. But, it is Serena's. THAT is still true.