I keep looking at that volcano plume thing from Iceland and marveling at how easily it derailed just about every airport in Europe. SHUT DOWN! I have this weird feeling of disappointment–hey, you mean I CAN’T fly to Paris right now? Or London? NONE of ’em? It makes me realize that I seem to have been carrying around this fantasy that I could, at any moment, if I really needed to, ditch out for Europe.
Meanwhile, this has been happening a lot:
Still abiding by my newfound tennis rules. Top Tennis Tip #3: “Relaxed: Must have relaxed grip.” Again, have you ever read a better knitting-instruction-even- though-it’s-a-tennis-instruction? You should see my knit stitches these days–no leaners. No ballooners. No pinchies. Just stitch upon stitch of sweet, sweet, diminishing ribs. So relaxed!
The little sleeves to this Diminishing Rib Cardigan are practically nothing. Even the tubular bind-off of the sleeve, done in the round, was not a problem. Here’s the thrilling moment when the stitches are set up and ready to be grafted together:
And the finished edge here:
It really is satisfying, I have to say, though if this were a less furry yarn, I’d be spending a fair amount of time getting the Kitchener stitches to look all perfect. There’s a lot of sin in there, let’s just say.
(Oh–speaking of sin, hot debate here in Tennessee about the new 10% “sin tax” on tanning bed services. The Tennessean has the most wackadoodle commenters. We need to invite them over to Ravelry to kick up the crazy.)