The gulls were curious, wondering if I had some nice big scallops, or maybe a loaf of bread. Nope. Just a sweater-blob. My intention was to photograph it so that you could see my progress, but it’s not too photogenic yet. There’s a rectangle, with some shaping to one edge and an armhole slit, but that’s about it.
I think I’m making good progress on the sweater. I’ve reached the middle of the back already — sooner than I expected, considering Sunday’s mishap. I should clarify the issue with the armhole. It wasn’t the pattern, it was me. I’m working at a smaller gauge than the pattern specifies, and I didn’t recalculate properly. I’ve double-checked the rest of the math, so there should be no further deductions for lack of technical merit!
When it got home the sweater curled up for a nice nap, only to be roused so that I could keep knitting. Must. Keep. Knitting. Knathletes have stamina to spare, or at least they’re supposed to. Can somebody please bring me a double latte?