Pona's Second Sweater

I suppose if Nina Garcia ever needed a night off on Project Runway, Pona could fill in for this often-blunt critic of fashion. Pona know what he likes, and as far as his new sweater goes, he chewed it up and spit it out. Literally.

It was my own fault. After taking it off of him one evening, I left it on the piano bench and sometime the next morning he plucked it off and gnawed on the collar a bit. Not a big deal at that point -- I had been planning to re-do the chain bindoff with a sewn bindoff anyway since it was a bit difficult getting it over his head. Later in the week, though, it got moved off the relatively safe dining room table and was once again within fang's reach. This time, the damage was a bit worse.

Again, though, I'm going to try and make lemonade. Because of the way Pona's front legs lie, I think rather than doing armholes that run horizontally across the front of the sweater, I'm going to try to steek some vertical armholes. I think this will keep the sweater from pulling down in the front, which was a bit of a problem before. And rather than ribbed "sleeves," I'm thinking of applied I-cord piping. I've discussed this with the designer, and she approves. As you can see, I've made a start on Son of Dog Sweater this afternoon. It should go quickly. And luckily, I've got the yarn to make another one, with only a little cannibalization from the old one.

Today is a gorgeous day for outdoor knitting. In contrast to yesterday's cool fogginess and drizzliness, today dawned clear and warm after some overnight showers. It's 76-degrees out there and I'm determined to enjoy it while I can. It's supposed to be freezing again within a few days. Maybe the second iteration of Pona's sweater will be ready again when the chillier weather returns. And maybe I'll do a better job of keeping it away from his mouth when he's not wearing it.