Monday, March 17, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I have reached the point in the Ubiquitous Clapotis where I am instructed to drop stitches on purpose, an act that causes me to chortle with alarmingly manaiacal glee. There are so few opportunities in my life to be...bad. Mwah-ha-ha-ha.
My progress on this thing has been slow as a sloth, but I am thoroughly enjoying it; it's very predictable but not enough to be boring (I crave predictability right now), and the alpaca is very comforting to work with.
In further W.I.P. news, the February Baby Sweater is in the home stretch. Yeah, yeah...I know it's March.