I am never going to finish that sweater – I see that now. I brought it with me on the Bike Rally Road trip, the thing where we’re in the car for 3 days and stop every 45 minutes, trying to figure out every single logistical detail, and while we were driving I thought “Oh yes, sweater, you’re a done deal.” Then I realized that I’d left the ball of yarn I needed to finish on the chesterfield, and knit socks instead. Sometimes you have to give up, and I did. On the upside, those socks are almost done.
In the meantime, I’ve turned my attention to the fleece that’s been on my desk for a few weeks. It’s a tiny little Jacob fleece, a weakness of mine (see previous obsessive phase with this sort of wee thing) and I somehow wheedled it out of Judith MacKenzie at a retreat, and through some sort of magic, somehow convinced her to wash it too. ( I swear I did not even mention that part, though should the stars ever align in a way that a spinning ninja like Judith might wash your fleece for you, I suggest you sit quietly in awe. It’s perfect.) Tonight I’m going to start messing with it a bit, and break out the hand cards.
I love me a sheepie adventure. What should I make?