Look, ma, no hands! After the first Birch repeat I took out all the markers because they were screwing up the tension–one diagonal line of stitches was larger than the rest. Ecch! The markers were crucial for the first repeat–I knew I could never get more than ten stitches out of whack as long as I had the markers. But once I saw the full pattern, I didn’t need them anymore. Crutches, and fiddly as all get out.
I finally feel like I’m actually knitting and not doing beadwork. I keep thinking about those French nuns making lace all those centuries ago. This is definitely the kind of thing that would put anybody off sex.
Meanwhile, Back in Easyville
In other news, the sweater now known as Jack ‘n’ Eddie is cruising along. I reduced the Eddie pattern by one zigzag row to fit this eight-year-old size. I love gansey patterns, so rhythmic. So binary. So NOT lace.
There are twelve guys in my front yard getting ready to pave our driveway for the second time in nine months. The first attempt resulted in a mottled, wrong-sloping driveway that did not solve our drainage “issue.” I do believe Rome was completed in the time it has taken to get this re-do underway. Ah, I love the smell of asphalt in the morning. Smells like . . . home improvement . . .