Central Park Hoodie

My Central Park Hoodie, flickred here and ravelled there (pattern by Heather Lodisnky) is an almost finished object. Not quite though, because I put it on the exact moment I finished sewing it. And I´ve worn it since, every single day. Mine, in loosely plied alpaca yarn bought in Bazar Lanero (gracias por el dato, Jo!), in the yarn district here in Buenos Aires, is a total success. I couldn´t love it more. I´m actually finding it hard to take it off to wash it and block it.

Still, this post is to tell you about this hoodie´s travels. Before leaving for our vacation I started to take a look at our travelling hours and, really, long flights plus airport waiting needed more than books and magazines. So I took a cheap, plastic sewing needle with me and my hoodie´s parts. I´m not a fan of sewing, so I figured that an airport wait would be a good place to do it. Knitting needles are not allowed, so an actual knitting project wasn´t an option. And yes, I do envy those of you who show your knitting in airplanes. It just isn´t allowed here.

I finished the knitting during our ski week and the sewing adventure started in the airport in Ushuaia, where I assembled back and two fronts:

Central Park Hoodie

I then realized I had forgotten to leave the sleeves on my hand-luggage, so interrupted the work there. It proceeded the next day, in São Paulo-Guarulhos airport, where I sewed the sleeves to make them tubes, but didn´t have time (nor patience) to attach them to the armholes.

Central Park Hoodie

While in Portugal, no sewing at all. I had the mystery sweater (which is not a mystery to its recipient anymore) to knit on, and that´s what I did. There was a bit of knitting in the car, too. The AC was broken, so my knitting while travelling didn´t last long: with 32ºC outside, a sweater on my lap was pure torture.

So the next sewing moment was the daytime flight from Lisbon to Rio de Janeiro. After watching all the movies I could and taking all the naps I managed to, I started sewing. And because this was the last thing I did during the long and boring flight, you can assess how little I enjoy it). I started to see that there may be a chance that I finish sewing and weaving in the ends before we landed there – and I did, but only just. Tha plane landed as I was putting away needle and dental floss box (used to cut the yarn) away.

Central Park Hoodie

I had a couple of ends to weave in:

Central Park Hoodie

And then… it was ready! Well, button less and lacking a good blocking, but ready. And it definitely came in handy because it was so very cold in the airport – what´s with airports and air conditioning? Still, a bit of modelling and showing off my hoodie was necessary:

Central Park Hoodie

And the sleeves, probably the part I love best:
Central Park Hoodie

And this is the story of my Central Park Hoodie. Now, guess what I´m wearing today…

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  1. Gaby says:

    Qué ídola!!! terminando de coserlo en el aeropuerto!!!
    Te quedó re lindo Billy!!
    Que bueno que estés de vuelta 🙂

  2. Billy says:

    Gracias, Gaby! Imaginá el aburrimiento de la espera, llegó al punto de tener que coser! 😉

  3. Billy says:

    Gracias, Carl@! La verdad es que todavía no me lo quité desde que lo puse para las fotografías en el aeropuerto en Rio. Realmente estoy chocha! 🙂

  4. Solange says:

    Billy, ficou lindo! E nada como um trabalho manual para passar essas loooongas horas de voo 😀
    A propósito, eu *sempre* levo meu tricô no avião (daqui p/Buenos Aires, de volta, dentro do Brasil, até embarquei com elas no chatíssimo aeroporto de Heathrow) e nunca tive problemas! Pode ser porque sempre levo ag. circulares ou de duas pontas, e nada maior do que ag. 3,5mm… (se bem que sempre uso agulhas 'substituíveis' – as minhas melhores deixo em casa ou levo na mala).

  5. Billy says:

    Obrigada, Solange!

    Ai, o interminável tema das agulhas de tricot no avião… é que as autoridades podiam decidir-se a agir da mesma forma em todo o lado. Aqui na Argentina, quando perguntei, disseram-me, quando ouviram a palavra "agulhas": "nada de objetos corto-punzantes". No aeroporto de Lisboa, as agulhas fazem parte da lista de itens não permitidos a bordo; sei até de passageiros que foram escoltados até ao posto dos correios para enviar as agulhas! Está tudo louco…

    Assim sendo, e como ando com as minhas queridas agulhas circulares intercambiáveis, de madeira, não quero arriscar.

    Agora: da próxima vez que vieres a Buenos Aires, avisa! 🙂

  6. Solange says:

    Pois eu nem pergunto!! (Acho que, para eles, 'agulhas de tricô' são só as retas!)
    E vou ver se, da próxima vez que for a BsAs, aviso.
    O problema é que sempre vou tããããão correndo… (Em 3 anos, não consegui sequer ir à Scalabrini Ortiz uma vez!)

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