Jennyarn

Here and there I have seen some. Still, have you noticed a paucity of sweater coat patterns? Certainly, there is room for more. A cardigan pattern might stand some lengthening. A long-sleeved dress could be steeked. I’m simply not ready for such sleights of hand.

The fact is, I love sweater coats. The one I have is great. I found it second-hand in
Santa Cruz. I am greedy. I mean, it is lonely. It wants a friend.

I was encouraged to find the Flicca pattern.

My Friend Flicka was amongst those books my sister had on her childhood bookshelf. I’d see it there every day. I must be sentimental. The pattern name was a beckoning sign: this purchase is endorsed by familiarity. It seemed indecent and disrespectful to deny it my attentions.

If the pattern had been called Yogi Bear, let’s face it. I’d probably still fall for it. Just not with the same affinity.

My sister had a cloth doll with orange yarn hair, affectionately
called Spaghetti Head. Years later it occurred to us that she
was very likely designed as an Orphan Annie doll. I can’t wait
to see what a Spaghetti Head pattern will look like!

Shh - my sister’s sleeping. Don’t tell her I took this photo!
See, there’s Spaghetti Head on the left.

Aha! A Spaghetti Head pattern just might be a Hallowig, in orange of course.
Such an ultra cool knit idea, that Hallowig. Something went awry on my
attempt. Now I realize I was using the wrong color!