This is a case of using one’s blog as a goad to finish something. Whatever gets me through the night, you know?
This is what 29 squares of i-cord edging looks like. (For subscribers to welovethatchair.com, I apologize for the lack of upholstery reveal. Maybe tomorrow. Keep hope alive.)
Good news! I am only 4 squares away from the halfway point, because I only have 66 squares in the edges, not 76 as previously calculated by the Kay-o-meter. (38 + 28=66. This is very well established.) I’m also working them faster than predicted. With the writer’s strike, you can pay more attention to your knitting, due to fewer laff breaks. I was knitting for about 2.5 hours yesterday.
Now here’s a pernicious sapper of perfectly good knitting time: Great Books. Years ago I told a professorial pal that the next time it was his turn to teach that freshman Lit. Hum. class, I wanted to audit. Well, danged if it isn’t his turn this semester. That’s me in the back of the class. The one with the unexposed abdomen and no laptop. The one who is not 19. The one who is not making any interesting remarks about St. Augustine. (Yet–I feel one coming on!)
Except for Pride and Prejudice (which informs every moment of every day), my only previous acquaintance with any of these books was through crossword puzzles. Guess what: The Aeneid? A page-turner! Torrid! Who knew?