I have no idea if I’m going to finish. None.
In a moment of glory (spoiled only by the almost immediate realization that it doesn’t help much) I have finished the body.
There was some general weepiness last night (not really over the top sobbing though, since it was the wee hours and I couldn’t spare the energy to sob, since it was already taking remarkable physical control to remain upright and give a crap) when I noticed that I had misread the instructions and the end of the chart was followed by 15 rows of ribbing at the shoulder. (I know, how weird is that? My brain apparently is so disconcerted by the idea of ribbing at the shoulder that the instructions didn’t even register on the first read through.)
The second sleeve is, um….
Well. I’m working on it. This much progress was made possible by the genius of my friend/ blog commenter extraordinaire, Rachel H., who dropped off a cassarole, chocolate and a bottle of wine….and freed me up to continue to knit my evening away while never changing out of my ratty grey yoga pants. (It’s really all about the support team at the Olympic level.) There remains sewing the steeks, cutting the steeks, sewing in the sleeves, cutting and sewing the front steek opening – (whoops, I mean Sewing and cutting, not cutting and sewing. There’s a steek mistake that you don’t want to make.) Knitting the placket and neckband (oh…this is starting to sound bad.) and sewing in the zipper.
I would be more bummed out that it’s still dicey at this point (less than 24 hours to go, and I plan on sleeping for at least 3 of them.) but I’m feeling really proud of myself for doing this well, and besides…
my team-mate Ken’s not done either. We’re sprinting as fast as we can.