There was one heck of a pox on me this week. I don’t do things in halves, you know (unless it’s socks… boomboom). You know when you’re sick and you’re tired, and you start worrying about things so much that you can’t sleep? And then you’re even more tired, and get even sicker, and worry even more? That was me for about three days. I don’t worry in halves, either. What if I can’t find a way to give up teaching the piano? What if I never have enough money to get a place of my own and end up living in a tent on the side of a dual-carriageway somewhere outside Mullingar with just some baked beans and my wool? (note to self: need bigger tent for wool) My apologies and thanks to Lisa and Alb for bearing the brunt of my insane moroseness due to my tragic lack of psychic skills yesterday.
But every grey skein has its silver needle… and the Manos Wool Classica I picked up yesterday is certainly that. This is destined for a Central Park Hoodie.
Say it with me…. MMMMMMMMM
Maybe it’s just because I’ve been working almost monogamously on a 4-ply project, but indulge me in my delight with the thickness and squishiness of this stuff!
Speaking of the 4-ply… here’s a look at my grey cardigan. I have already made it to the hip increases. I tried it on yesterday and I am relieved to report that it fits. I think it will be quite nice.
And while we are on the subject of grey things nearing completion, I got a second Dashing knocked out last night. All that remains is to sew in the ends and knit on the thumbs.
After all, without the thumbs, they are just a pair of very fancy banana cozies (this is not such a crazy notion: you eat a banana straight out of the fridge and tell me it’s not worth considering).
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