Sleeve number two is in progress … and trucking right along. I’m ignoring the fact that my decreases are off by one stitch, that I somehow managed to switch from a seven-stitch interval to an eight-stitch interval and then back again … and that I might have forgotten what needles I was using and knit the first half of the button band on a smaller size.
It all just adds to that handknit charm. And no one else will ever notice.
I also woke up yesterday with a cold. Sigh. It is both completely predictable and totally bad timing: yesterday was spent with Theraflu and Baroque poetry. Today, I hope to move on to Theraflu and the 18th century. Exams: I want you finished soon.
At least I’ll be writing in my new cardigan …
It’s a grey start to the new year here in Nashville, but with just enough light to capture my very boring sleeve progress. Despite counting incorrectly and placing the decreases not-where-I-thought, total cardigan disaster and utter sleeve catastrophe seem unlikely at this point. As long as I can duplicate the dumbassery on the other sleeve, of course.
Unfortunately, frantically typing up notes does not leave the hands free for knitting.
I hope you and yours celebrated the New Year in style. I broke my long-standing tradition of not going out (read: at home with the family) to attend my first New Year’s party since 1989: there was friends, food, and lots of bubbly wine. Which is my idea of a perfect evening.
Now, to find more knitting time in 2011.