Here be the beginnings of the T Shirt Sweater, named Creamsicle T, the one using super soft merino from handpaintedyarn.com:
I had knit about 4" but was worried about it being kinda loose on me. I recently read about negative ease but can't for the life of me remember where; they linked to Purly Whites's post and it musta made an impression. I'm on the petite side, and a snug soft sweater would be poifect, accentuate the girls, ya know. ;)
So I frogged and restarted by measuring my Nothin' But A T-shirt, the body of which fits pretty close to what I want, just a bit short. The plan is to add an inch to the overall length, some at the bottom and some at the waist. I had to adjust my NBaT for length cuz I'm petite (ie, short) and I got pretty close. The sleeves didn't work out so well for me so I'll use the instructions for the T-shirt Sweater on this one. Mix and match, it's all good. Maybe. Hehe.
I also worry about running out of yarn. In theory, I have enough, but you know how these things go.
Lotsa knitting accomplished during the first half of Gone With The Wind. It's been a while since I've seen it and I'm enjoying it in an entirely different way. I'm watching the performances and can't help but notice the age differences between the actors, and of each actor in relation to their role as the movie progresses. I'm marveling at the creative solutions used in special effects, and their sometimes super cheesiness. I'm thinking about Hollywood production values and large casts and the scene to scene intermingling of painted sets and outdoor scenes. I'm imagining the movie when it came out, seeing the attitudes of that era imprinted on the story of a past era; and amazed at that past era, even if through a 1930's looking glass. I'm charmed by beautiful Cinderella dresses and mystified by corsets and complex social rules... and surprised by how funny the first quarter of the movie is.
Scott had never seen it and sat with me even after I "released" him after an hour. His one question: "So when does he say, 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn'?" Oh, 4 hours from now, honey, 4 hours.