… well kind of.
Twenty eleven is growing steadily, though it seems like slow going. I’m not entirely sure why, maybe knitting all that black wool? going up a size to compensate for a smaller gauge? In any case, it’s one of those projects where I know I must be making progress — it’s getting bigger — and yet … there still seems to be a long way to go.
Pretty much like the studying.
Yesterday, I got through both the 19th century *and* the waist shaping, so I shouldn’t complain. Goodbye naturalism, hello fitted cardigan!
I won’t lie, I spent a lot of time standing at the mirror wondering, is that really the narrowest point of my waist? how exactly does one locate the top of the hip? how long should it be?
Many questions. In the end, it seems like I came close enough.
Today, I’m tackling the 20th century, epistolarity, and hopefully (finally) getting to the armholes. A big day.