I spoke too soon. A significant frogging incident occurred when it was discovered that the armhole of this sweater was sized for a twelve year old. Most of yesterday’s knitting was sacrificed in the name of the Knitting Olympics Athelete’s Pledge. Some cursing might have been heard by the people downstairs, but all in all, I handled it well. I frogged, I rewound, and I kept on knitting. That’s what it’s all about, after all.
One good thing? I won’t have to spit-splice for at least 8 inches, because I’ve got all that pre-spit-spliced yarn to work with.
Another good thing? I am closer to my idea of a great sweater, and nobody will have to watch me tug at uncomfortable sleeves or listen to me complain about them.
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One good thing? I won’t have to spit-splice for at least 8 inches, because I’ve got all that pre-spit-spliced yarn to work with.
Another good thing? I am closer to my idea of a great sweater, and nobody will have to watch me tug at uncomfortable sleeves or listen to me complain about them.
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I was pleasantly distracted by this darling little cloud on my way up the stairs this afternoon. I don’t know why, except that there it was as I turned to put the key in the lock.
I think I will name it Milo.
(Don’t mind me. I get this way sometimes.)
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Back to the knitting!
Not Plain Jane 