An Ode to La Gran

This is the first of a small series of items I have made in Classic Elite's La Gran mohair yarn. This cardigan was my first encounter with La Gran and I fell in love with the yarn while I was knitting it. It weighs next to nothing, but it is warm and cozy, looks great with everything, and is really easy to wear. The pattern was a Classic Elite one, but when you get down to it, it is just a crewnecked cardigan with dropped shoulders and no shaping. Super easy to knit, and while I can't remember the gauge, its big enough to be a fast knit too. I would also like to note here, that no sweater was harmed in the taking of the picture. The Official PLT Knitwear Wrangler was on hand through the entire photo process and made sure that the sweater was treated with the utmost respect and dignity.

Also, you'll be glad to hear that once I finish this little La Gran retrospective, I can get back to discussing my current knitting as I am almost finished with the Super Secret Project although I did have the joy of frogging part of it this weekend when I discovered an error on the scale of NASA's infamous meters/inches boo boo. (The difference is I never claimed to be a math genius, I think you have to be a math genius to even take out the trash at NASA.) Anyway, I reknit the mistake and I'm on the home stretch so I can get back to knitting normal stuff. The other strange thing this weekend: a bird got his head stuck in the bird feeder on our back deck. The poor little thing stuck his head under the plexiglass side trying to get a piece of seed way in the back of the feeder and his head got stuck, so we sit down to lunch and I notice that there is a bird outside with his little butt in the air. I'm no professional bird person (I don't even know what they're called), but birds don't usually moon people like that. So, I noticed he was breathing and I couldn't see his head. I go outside and sure enough, his head is stuck. Luckily the birdfeeder was made so that I could pull out the plexiglass sides, so I just pulled that part out and the little guy flew off. Poor thing probably died of shock in the tree, either that or he has a really great story to tell at parties now. Caleb spent the rest of the day telling me I was a Special Super Hero. I don't know what the Special is referring to, maybe the fact that I can't fly and I walk into walls before I'm caffeinated, I don't know...