I’ve been doing a lot of sewing of late. Knitting—- not so much. I now realize that I will not be able to finish the quilt in time. But I still have this urgency within me. I am running low on fusible paper and I have decided on the border color. According to my gut, I must go shopping! NOW!! So, of course, something has come up every day this week to keep from going. My insides are going crazy. And I think I have managed to give myself a cold. So I’m popping one of those zinc lozenges every three hours. They are so gross!
Then there’s the knitting. I love knitting. I get so much satisfaction from seeing a completed article. I never have more than two projects going. You know. One that fits in your purse or a small bag and one that can only be worked at home. Currently, I have FOUR things on needles and I am about to start on a fifth. How the h**l did this happen?
Silk shawl. Half finished. I was so bored that I had to stop.
Socks. Unusual construction. But I can’t memorize the patterns. Not a good carry around project.
Next was a small square for an ongoing afghan. No picture. It’s a surprise for someone. It only took two hours.
Scarf. I bought this from Stacy. It glistens and has charms. A nice simple scarf? No way. I had to pick a SIXTEEN row pattern that, again, I have not managed to memorize. Just when I think that I’ve got it, I find myself going the wrong way. Hear that? That’s me beating my head against the wall.
It’s been sweater weather this week. I got out my new sweater. The sleeves are too short. This is what happens when you try something on without wearing the correct undergarments. By this I mean a long sleeve knit (or two) instead of a sleeveless top. Luckily, I have most of a skein left. I also plan to make the sleeve more narrow to help keep the warmth in. A sweater is no good if it dosen’t cover those pulse points.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 