Yesterday I went looking and it turns out I still have the magazine I got it from!
I even remember where I got it - for some reason it was the only convenience store selling a wide selection of magazines and though it was a long walk to get there, I went back several times trying to decide whether I could really afford it on my teen-job wages.
That's it, the one on the right, though as I recall I spent a lot of time dreaming over the one on the left, too. Especially that ribbon in the model's hair!
My finished sweater was big and fluffy, knit in pink acrylic such that I looked as though I had been rolled in cotton candy, and I loved it and wore it every single day it wasn't too hot to do that.
Isn't it funny - every time I see references to Brioche stitch I think, whoa, that looks like too much hard work (which is ridiculous given the number of Aran sweaters I've made, but still.) And now that I've looked through this magazine again I can see that I did a whole sweater of brioche right out of the gate, had I but known.
What was your first sweater? Do you even remember now?
In very much related news, I'm still clinging to the now-remote possibility of finishing my current sweater in time for Saturday supper. Here's pretty much what the sleeves look like so far:
(I'm alternating yarns for both for a bit because I am pretty sure I don't have enough of the original dye lot to finish, and I figure blending is the better way to go.)
Yeah, I know, I'm toast. But it turns out I do have one advantage: super short arms. I had to spend a lot of knitting time yesterday measuring and re-measuring my arms to see how long the sleeves should really be and figuring out how to space the increases, but I'm saving a lot of rows in the process.
And now if you'll excuse me...