Have I mentioned that it’s COLD around here? We’ve had a fire going all afternoon, and now that it’s late, the fireplace is all het up and I’m thinking getting some of those Bagel Bites out of the freezer and throwing ’em on a spit for a bit of colonial fireside rotisserie. Here, have a seat:
A scene from ‘Backdraft’
If you look closely, you can see a burned-up Lucky Charms cereal box in the front.
I’d like to say I’ve been zonked out in front of the fire all day, toying with some new knitting project, but that would be only a fantasy. I’ve been slaving like a Trojan, I tell you. I finished that sprawlbustin’ newsletter that has haunted me like an overdue Blockbuster rental (quick: go donate something to Sprawlbustin’ Soccer Moms Knitting for a Better Way), so I have rewarded myself with a free procrastination bonus on that gardening books roundup I’ve been meaning to finish.
Which gave me plenty of time tonight for a lovely interlude with . . .
The blocking of Punch, to be exact. The pins! The pins pins pins pins pins pins! I’ve cranked through a mess of Jo Sharp DK to get this Punchy pullover close to doneness. I hestitate to bring this up, but I know the way I know a shoe is going to be killing me in an hour, there are Significant Sleeve Issues looming here.
Top o’ the raglan to ya
Looks kind of hinky to me, but nothing that a little aggressive stitch-picking-up can’t hide. The larger issue is, of course, length. I can’t figure out how I could knit two entire whole sleeves without noticing a two-inch overshot on each one. Wha. Wa. Ah. Thankin.
Should we go ahead and have that Midwinter Sleeve Dissection Laboratory? I welcome any wisdom about what to do (except for that advice to reknit ANYthing), but really. What is my problem? If these sleeves are joogeable, they shall be jooged.
I think the chimney smoke is starting to get to me . . .