
A year or so ago, in need of a new everyday sweater, I started this one . . . it was cabled, complicated, with an unusual brilliant construction.
While knitting along, there was a whisper in the back of my head, telling me to stop and take an account of what was happening. Enjoying the process, I ignored it and carried on merrily. In a little more than a month I had an almost finished sweater . . . that didn't fit (it was my fault, not the pattern's).
It was stuffed into a bag, and put in time out for bad behavior. A few months ago, I pulled it out, ripped it out, and began again. And then, again. And again. There were not enough brain cells available for its complicated self.
Meanwhile, I went through another winter without a decent sweater to wear in public. I do have a couple of shabby, worn, broken yarn ends dangling off the wrists items, but none that should be worn among finer feathered folk.
So, last month, looking through an issue of Taproot magazine, there was the Barn Sweater. A simple, finished in a snap sweater.

It's not fancy, but it's done, and fits well enough.

I used some deep blue handspun for the pockets. They are so soft.

I know the buttons are mismatched, but if I had to wait until I could get myself to a shop, it would probably have been another year in the wait.

I dug these out of one of the button jars, and they promised that they would get the job done just fine.