THE SWEATERFEST

 

 
The gentleman in the prompt pic’ is wearing a smart looking sweater and since we’ve been posting photos about cars lately, I decided to use his sweater as my theme.

My husband’s beautiful fisherman knit sweater.  This sweater would keep anyone warm in the coldest weather.

Hubby’s favorite color is blue so this two-tone blue sweater is one of his favorites.

Likewise this one as well.

I like blue sweaters too.

These are sweaters my daughter and I bought in the gift shop at John O’Groat’s Lands End when we visited the Scottish Highlands & Western Isles in 2015.  My daughter chose the sweater on the right.  I went with the one on the left.  They’re lightweight summer cotton-knit sweaters.

My Mom knit this coral sweater for me with a cable pattern that’s a little hard to see here down the front & back and along the outside of the sleeves.

Mom also knit these sweaters for my brother and sisters.  She loved to knit – especially things with intricate designs.  I like to knit too – but simple patterns.  I’d never have the patience to knit the way she did.

Case in point, I could never have done something like this magnificent sweater she knit for my Dad.

Mom also knit things for herself like this sweater-jacket.

This is a wonderful sweater to keep warm in with its Egyptian theme.  It’s not hand knit, however. We were living in Gasquet, Calif. at the time (1970s) so I must have purchased it at Daly’s department store in Crescent City where I bought most of our clothing.  I still wear it.


Another favorite of mine was this soft blue sweater with a wide boat-neck foldover collar.

I wish this picture had been in color.  I loved this sweater with its big beautiful pink flowers all over.  It was machine made, but it was lovely and one of my favorites. 

My Mom knit this sweet little blue sweater for my son when he was a baby and both daughters wore it as well, but for them, I sewed little pink flower appliques on it. J

Here are my daughters keeping warm in crocheted ponchos made by my cousin I believe?  Her daughter wore them and when she outgrew them they were passed along to me for my girls.

Speaking of babies & little girls, Mom knit this sweater for me when I was young.  It was a kind of beige-brown color and I remember wearing it a lot.

One day I may finish this sweater.  I knit most of it while riding the bus over the bay bridge to and from work in San Francisco.  If traffic was slow it just meant I got more rows done! J  All I have to do now is sew it together and add buttons down the front to go with the knitted-in button holes.  It’s only been waiting to be completed for 60 years!

:-> 

La Nightingail

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  1. Barbara RogersNovember 6, 2025 at 11:01 AM

    You reminded me of the cable sweater I knit for my ex-husband, but when we separated I wanted to keep it. A nice eggshell color. But then later I ruined it as it was wool, and dried it in the drier. Oops! I love your wardrobe of sweaters, as well as those for the little ones!

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