Here they are, but I’m not very happy with them.
I definitely need some sun and a human.
After one evening, or three to four hours, this is all I managed to finish. Let’s just say I was not happy. I had over thirteen hundred stitches to bind off. To make matters worse, it is a picot edge. Cast on three and bind off five. And now you know why it took me two weeks. Or was it three?
And what else has been going on? Well, not much. Dr. Shoes (I will never be able to pronounce his name) replaced a prescription that I hated. He said it would take three to six weeks to get going and I would be tired and dizzy in the meantime. And he was right. Now, I feel pretty good.
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.