Oh for pity’s SAKE I finished the second sleeve of this thing.
The problem isn’t that it’s hard. The problem is that it’s not portable. You have sit right there with the thing, with the chart and your snack bar of tiny balls of yarns, with your steam up and your Internet off. You need your good light, because after sunset, Pickle = Bark and Bramble = Roseberry. You need things to align like the sunbeams on a Mayan temple, and for me, that just doesn’t happen often enough.
But it’s done.
Despite excellent advice on how best to address the line of incorrect Pickle, midway down on the right sleeve, I decided to let it be. Any backward motion on this thing would likely result in another four-year furlough. My soul can’t handle that!
Of course, it’s not really done. The moment I cast off that last bit of Rowan Donegal Lambswool Rainforest (such a perfectly dank shade), I turned the thing inside out only to discover, quickly, this:
Like turning over a mossy rock. Yech!
Which appears to need work.
PS We’re supposed to go to a Downton Abbey party on Saturday, so I’ve been dreaming at dresses online. As if I could get hold of a 1922 party dress . . . or fit in one . . . Here’s a little wallow for you: 1920s dresses in the Met’s Costume Institute. Like this one. Or this incredible color study. Pro tip: you can zoom into these, up close n personal. Wow.
Also: Kimi Pryor’s Pinterest of dresses. Delicious!