Actually, I finished the Carmanah Jacket on Friday, but I was too frazzled, what with various workish kinds of things going on, to actually post it or even blog about it.
And here's a bit of weirdness: I finished it at the end of lunch, and sewed the ends in during a much-needed mid-afternoon break. I was going to take it home and block it before I wore it, but then I thought, "To heck with it." So I put it on, and went to the Ladies' Room to admire myself in the admittedly not-very-flattering mirror in there, and then I walked around the office. And not one single solitary soul noticed!
I could have been offended, but I really wasn't. You want to know why? Sure you do. I wasn't offended because I think this jacket really does look like I was born wearing it. It feels so absolutely natural and right, that I think people weren't jarred by it, the way they might have been if I'd worn something less characteristically me.
That's my theory, anyway.
So yeah. It's done, and I wore it all day yesterday, and I would probably wear it all day every day if I thought I could get away with it. Rachel graciously agreed to take some pics, and here they are:
The front opening has no buttons, because I prefer to use shawl pins where needed.