a tale of two sleeves

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

sleeves!

I should really save the title for when I have a pair of sleeves with a story (preferably set during the French Revolution), but sleeves — even when going well — do tend to feel like the best and worst of (knitting) times: close enough for sleeves/ the sleeves still to knit.

sleeves!

So, yes, I’ve reached the sleeves on my latest attempt at OWLS.  They might be dragging.

sleeves!

Here’s yesterday’s progress: I finished up sleeve the first, quickly abandoning — yet again — the extra-long, extra-cozy version I thought I wanted for a three-quarter/ bracelet length.  Really, it’s just so much more pratical in the south.  Especially with spring almost here.  (No, really.)

So I’m rushing to get the sleeves done, move onto the yoke and all of those owls.  If only school work weren’t interfering.  As usual.