Jake will be spending Christmas in Wisconsin.
Jake lacks the natural insulation to survive Christmas in Wisconsin.
Dear Roommate and I will be making Warm Things for Jake to wear while in Wisconsin.
The obvious solution, to my thinking, was a knitted or crocheted sweater. The process was simple enough. I got onto Ravelry and found an adorable sweater pattern from Bernat.
It’s a hoodie. How cute is that? Seriously.
Yesterday I dragged Roomie to a yarn sale at Michael’s and grabbed a bunch of (relatively) Jake-proof cotton. We settled on the denim color because the only thing cuter than a doggie hoodie is a doggie jean jacket hoodie.
Then today, while I spent the better part of half an hour torturing the nice girl at the cutting counter in Joann’s (gathering materials for my Super-Duper Top Secret Christmas Project – details coming soon), Roommie found a sewing pattern for a doggie jacket/other embarrassing doggie outfits.
This leaves only one possible outcome:
Race for the Jacket!
A build competition, if you will, Mythbusters-style. The first roommate to outfit our little friend with winter-wear wins.
Under normal circumstances, this contest would be a no-brainer. Sewing something this small should be possible in a single night. However, the powers of procrastination in this apartment are mighty. If I can just focus a little more than she does, I may squeak out a victory.
So where are we at the end of Day 1?
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In fairness, I did start with a bit of a lead. Last night, after several rounds of gauge measurement and no fewer than three total restarts, I had completed… almost two inches of the body.
As of tonight, I have about half the body done.
Roommie has taken Jakes’s measurements, established that Jake is unperturbed by having strange things around his neck, and spent about three hours rummaging through her fabric stash for a piece of pleather she swears she has.
She has found about a dozen unfinished projects, some truly astonishing scraps from Christmas outfits her mother made for the family when she was little, and the stash of old t-shirts she spent hours looking for about a month ago. She even contemplated using one particularly awesome shirt for the jacket:
…but ultimately decided it wouldn’t fit within the pattern.
I have seen not a hint of the pleather. I am starting to doubt it exists.
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