In honor of Crack (Me Up) Saturday, I dug up some of my knitting projects from the 1980s. If you are old enough to remember 80s fashion (whether you were knitting then or not), these probably look familiar to you. Unfortunately, I cannot blame these on anyone but myself--I hadn't learned to use patterns yet, so these are all my own designs. My only excuse is that I was a teenager--and it was the 80s. You will not find these in my Flickr set--or anywhere else, for that matter!
Turquoise mohair funnel neck with silver metallic accent thread. (Complete with runway pout. It's not easy to pout when you're giggling.)
This was actually my first-ever knitting project. I was living in Germany as a foreign exchange student, and my host-mom taught me to knit. For my birthday, she took me to the LYS and let me pick out a sweater's worth of yarn. I remember the odd look she gave me when I handed her this, but at the time, I didn't understand it.
The ubiquitous oversized, belted tunic, also in mohair.
This didn't start out as a two-toned project. I bought the reddish yarn on clearance at a time when I had no idea how to estimate yardage. So when I ran out, I bought the green yarn, also on clearance, to do the sleeves and collar. Sadly, I no longer have the five-inch-wide belt I used to wear over this.
Uh...maybe the less said, the better. Made out of...mohair! (I'm seeing a trend, here.)
This was an early attempt at cabling, and I think I just did a cable row whenever it looked about right. And obviously, I still hadn't figured out the whole yardage thing...
Yeah. I don't know. The yarn is some kind of metallic fun fur. I ran out before finishing the sweater (thank God), and evidently couldn't find any other yarn to go with it. Because, after all, what could? Instead, I made it into a vest. In my defense, I never actually wore this.
There you have it. The next time you knit one of those "What was I thinking?" projects, you can refer back to this and congratulate yourself on your excellent taste and superior discernment. Just don't tell anyone, okay?
P.S. Special thanks go to my very tolerant husband, who delayed his trip to the gym to take these pictures for me. But let this be a warning to the ignorant: never leave a bored man alone with a camera...