The tweed coat I'm knitting for my son is so much fun to knit! I'm loving it. I've done
the back, one of the front sides, and the sleeves. This jacket is asymmetrical, and requires so much shaping (particularly for the right front side) that I feel like I'm doing a square dance with squeaky violin accompaniment and a caller twanging out the instructions. "Swing your needles round and round, round and round. Make your buttonholes nice and neat, nice and neat. Now decrease five times to the left, to the left, and shape the raglan at the right, at the right..."
The best part of it is that I had to reconstruct the pattern completely in length, and rework increases for sleeves, decreases for raglan shaping, placement of buttonholes, as well as the shaping to create the curving right front side. I don't know how my mathematically-challenged brain did it. I'm not talking one cm here and one cm there - I had to add on a considerable number of cm in length throughout the jacket, but leave the pattern as is width-wise. Why? Because after a visit with the pediatrician on Wednesday, I've discovered that my son is no longer 7cm above the average height for toddlers his age, but a whopping 10 cm. He's 29 months old, but the same height as an average 3 and a half year old kid! Yet his weight is the way it should be for a 29-month-old toddler. Which means that I must rework
all patterns to suit his stretchy, lanky frame. I think I've given birth to Lurch.