I haven't been talkative lately.
Amongst other things, you can blame this:
It sucked me into its well-woven web and rendered me unable to knit for a few days. Sure, I can read and knit at the same time, but it's difficult to do when you're clutching the book like your life depends upon it.
Bits of knitting have been eeked out here and there. Larch has been my bus knitting, since I will not let myself get sucked into another Outlander book (not yet, anyway; I have the next two in the series waiting for me to let down my guard for just a second), and there really isn't much left to do on it (I'm guessing four hours of knitting left, max).
I finished the right front of the fat ol' cardigan. I changed their button holes so that they're actually centered on the button band. A sleeve was started, and this was the straw that broke the camel's back, as far as my impression that the designer was on crack goes. The instructions call for 50 stitches to be cast on for the sleeve. You cast on 37 for a front. I gave the pattern the benefit of the doubt at first, but, really, I can't wear sleeves that I could fit my head through. I cut down the cast on to 36 stitches, and it looks reasonable. Still boxy and loose like it should be, but not like it's suitable for an elephant.
This weekend I have four glorious days free. Unlike similar weekends that have previously occurred, I am actually going to get things done. I have a bunch of things on the verge of completion: this cardigan, Dibs on Ribs, Larch, that plied silk (no, it's STILL not done), and I need to push to complete them.
I'll post some pictures when I have the fortitude to upload huge pictures over dialup.
Tipper @ 8:14 AM * link
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