Four things that happened this morning.
1. I stayed up super late, but I got all the sweater pieces finished, and washed, and semi-blocked. By semi-blocked, I mean that I laid it out sort of orderly on the rack of the dryer, and then set it for a while, and went to bed.
2. I got up super early, so that I could hit the reset on the dryer if it was still too damp for sewing up. Even though this means that I got way too little sleep, it was a very good call. All pieces are now dry, and in my suitcase. I’ll sew them up when I land. After I buy buttons. Ok. I’m a little behind. I still think it’s totally possible though.
3. I drank coffee and carefully wound some yarn for the trip, then realized that I’d wound the yarn in the wrong direction (don’t laugh, this yarn totally has a direction) and decided to quickly re-wind it. I’ve known that my ball-winder was headed for the great big yarn shop in the sky for some time – I can always tell that I’ve worn through another one when they start making breast shaped yarn cones instead of pretty cakes, but this one confirmed it’s impending absolute uselessness by being nearly completely bloody useless this morning. It made a freaky shaped yarn thing, then flung it off the winder, tangling in the tension curl, and tumbling to the floor with the other half of the ball. (It there collected an unreasonable amount of cat hair, but that’s hardly the ball winders fault.) It did this as my cab arrived. I had 30 seconds to curse its vile name, put the tangled snarl into my suitcase for rescue tonight, and quickly grab something already wound. I guess I’m making socks.
4. I drank enough coffee (see #1 and 2) that I can sort of feel my hair growing.