We’ve all had one, that favourite jumper we’ve worn practically 24/7 from the day we were given it, the one however tatty we’re loathe to dispose of, the one that if human, would have been given a State Funeral.
I still have my Dad’s cardigan. It is threadbare, misshapen and baggy in all the wrong places, darned on one sleeve (badly as I couldn’t match the wool but did my best), and lovingly packed away here in the boat even though I am unlikely to wear it again.
I was given another, also knitted for Dad by my Mum, which I keep ‘for best’, but it’s not the same. Currently I’m wearing a blue hand knitted jersey (also by Mum some 30 odd years ago) which shrinks a little more every time I wash it.
Hubby had a favourite when I met him, but because it also fitted me, it was renamed ‘our jumper’, and eventually became Maggie’s bed as it was the one we put in the drawer we used the first night we got her.
Since then, he has had a variety of jumpers, and occasionally, just occasionally, one will be given the honorary title of ‘Woolly Pully’.
Neither of the ones I knitted for him have met with this accolade, although both were worn almost continually. Sadly the first got binned early last year, and the second is standing in the wings, an understudy for when The Chosen One is in the wash.
A previous friend offered to knit him one if I bought the wool. Her pattern was similar to above, but a round neck rather than ‘V’.
Not knowing exactly how much to buy, and my only experience being to make sure the dye and batch numbers were all the same on the balls, I purchased a complete pack (4) of 400g balls of arran wool.
At £6 a ball, it was good quality stuff, and the end result would keep him lovely and warm during the winter months.
This became his Woolly Pully. As she’d used less than 2 balls, she also knitted a plain sleeveless tank top using another, and kept the rest for herself, not that I minded.
Every time it was washed, it stretched a little more, but Hubby didn’t mind. He loved it, and lived in it for years (apart from the Understudies).
Sadly, it eventually had to go, and another friend had purchased a fleecy jumper for her husband but he didn’t like it it, so she gave it to us, so that was his replacement for the past year.
My sister in law sent us a parcel.
Nothing to do with Christmas, and it cost a bomb to post coming from NZ.
Inside was a thick, cabled beige sweater similar to the blue one knitted all those years ago.
I’m not sure if she knitted it herself, but it looks hand knitted and will last for years.
Hubby tried it on.
Apart from going to bed, he hasn’t taken it off.
Yesterday he announced that this was now his Woolly Pully.
Thanks Puti ❤ ❤
How we love our jumpers 🙂 It is too hot here to wear one most of the year, but I too have my “Comfort Jersey” as I call it, lovingly packed away and worn as often as possible 🙂
It is wonderful when hand knits are loved 🙂
And they last. Some of the ones I have knitted by my Mum are over 30 years old (though I confess they haven’t been worn every day like my Dad’s cardy was).
Yes it is hand knitted – either your Mum or mine. Mike has never worn it out here so glad that Hubby is make good use of it. xx
Hubby now needs surgery to get him out of it!
I dont like wool but i spend 99 percent of my time in some kind of comfy corduroy.
Bet that’s warm too!
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