FO: Sotherton

At long last, I have finished the Sotherton sweater. I started dreaming about this sweater when it appeared in Jane Austen Knits, Summer 2012. I started knitting it on Sunday, July 29, 2012 as a part of the Ravellenic Games. I did not finish it during the duration of the games. But Monday night, running low on sanity and peace, I finally finished it. I blocked it twice. This afternoon, I had a photo shoot with it. And I am content with the finished product.

Once again, I used my tripod and the self-timer on my camera to get these pictures. I’m pretty pleased with the result although I am aware that they could be better.


The name of the pattern (which was designed by Kathleen Dames) was inspired by the name of Mr. Rushworth’s house in Jane Austen’s novel, Mansfield Park.

The sweater is comfortable for the most part, and I adore the yarn-Madelinetosh Tosh DK in the Blue Gingham colorway. I’m already dreaming about the next project that I’m going to knit with tosh dk. I love it, seriously.

My only gripes with the pattern are that the sleeves are not full-length. As far as I know, they are supposed to be. And I followed the instructions in the pattern. However, I apparently have monkey arms and I needed to modify them to accomodate that quirk. I know better now…and will take this into consideration in the future.

I can wear the sweater with jeans if I wear a camisole underneath it. I don’t think it was designed for someone who prefers to wear low-rise skinny jeans most days. But that’s understandable. And I like the sweater.

And as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that really matters. Oh, and that I throw apples like a girl…








Startitis. A male, non-knitting friend once referred to it as the inflammation of the start. I prefer to call it a severe case of “I-MUST-KNIT-ALL-THE-THINGS-AND-NOW!”

Regardless of what exactly it is, I have it.

I believe that I can trace this particular bout’s origins to last night when I finally finished my Sotherton sweater. It’s currently blocking and we’re hoping that a good blocking will straighten out that neckline issue otherwise the sweater won’t actually be done and I’ll have more work to day. But that’s another story, and I’ll save it for another day. Hopefully, it will be a good story. And hopefully, it will not involve a run-on sentence.

But anyway, after having finished my Sotherton, I went to bed. However, I immediately began ruminating about other things I want to knit. Now, you might say, “Hey Cecilia, do you remember that post you wrote a few weeks ago about accountability? Remember how you were going to follow your to-do list?”

Yeah. About that. Shut up.

I’ll deal with that list when I’m ready. Oh, and I’m editing it. I don’t want to make Pole anymore; now I want to do something else with my six skeins of Malabrigo Worsted.

And that’s part of the problem. I bought six skeins of Malabrigo Worsted and I want them to be a warm, squishy sweater now. I like Owls and it’s pretty, but I kind of am not an owl person, so maybe it’s not for me. But I don’t want to make a cardigan. I definitely want a pullover. And maybe some cables; I like cables. But I don’t know which pattern I want. And then I decided I would just cast on and make something up as I go.

But first I need to wind the yarn.

Oh, does anyone know where my size eight needles are?

This was all just from last night as I was falling asleep.

Then this morning in the car I was thinking about the sock I started knitting on Friday and how pretty it was and how I needed to spend more time working on it. And then I thought that perhaps the sock would like to go to a baseball game on Saturday with me, but then I started wondering if perhaps my Kerrera wasn’t feeling a little lonely, so maybe I should take her to the baseball game. But then I thought that the Detroit Tigers security people who have to dig into my purse probably don’t want to meet Kerrera. (Don’t worry, dear sweater; it’s nothing personal.) But the sock is almost definitely going to the baseball game.

Then I was sitting there in my few moments of free time at work and I started thinking about knitting again. And I wanted to start new projects. Yesterday the yarns I bought to make a Trillian and to make a Hunter St. Cowl both came in the mail, so I really ought to cast those on. But first I have to wind the yarn.

And I really shouldn’t cheat on my Kerrera. So when I got home from work, I made myself work two rows on Kerrera to make sure that she didn’t feel lonely.

And I browsed patterns on Ravelry, trying to figure out what I should make with my Malabrigo worsted. And all I can tell you is this…it will be a pullover and there will be cables. Beyond that, well, heaven help us.

But first I’m going to go for a walk.

And then I have to wind some yarn.

Apple Pie Bread

Mom: I bought these apples last week but they must be last year’s apples or something. They’re okay for cooking but I wouldn’t take one for lunch or anything.

Me: Hmm…that’s interesting.

Translation: Hmm…what fun apple dessert recipes can I find on pinterest?

So I found Sunken Apple Pie Bread. And then I made some.

The recipe calls for apple pie filling; I made my own using my own recipe. Why? Because I don’t like using canned food if I can avoid it. (I also like to avoid microwaves if at all possible, but that’s another story. If you really want to know why I try to avoid store-bought canned food or microwaves, feel free to ask me. I’d be willing to do a post on it.)

There are a few things that made this recipe attractive to me. Firstly, it’s simple; it’s well-written and easy to follow. Secondly, with the substitution of margarine for butter, it’s easily made lactose-free. And thirdly, it has cinnamon in it. I love cinnamon.

Did I modify it? Of course I did; the Pope is still Catholic, right?

How? I added two teaspoons of vanilla to the recipe because while I dearly love cinnamon, I love cinnamon mixed with vanilla even more. (I also use both cinnamon and vanilla in my apple pie filling, so the whole thing oozes the taste of cinnamon and vanilla. I’m in heaven.)

Interestingly, however, my bread is not technically Sunken Apple Pie Bread because, well, my loaf didn’t sink as the recipe said it would. It’s still beautiful and delicious…it just didn’t sink. 

But it’s beautiful and delicious as previously stated.

Doesn’t this look delicious too?