late late at night...

I'd like to think that the reason I've been really rather muddled
the last few days is because it is February. You
know, Phil,
his shadow,
all that ...

Inspired by the fabulous Polly, I started a new project: Saffron, Rowan 25 by Kim Hargreaves. I've wanted this sweater forever and all it took was just one look at hers to get the party started. Deep in my UberStash, I found some cotton blend yarn that has been lingering for ages - it is (depending on the light source) a smoky aqua/blue. I bought it on eBay from some kind of close-out of a factory lot. It arrived in big wound-off Logs, perhaps from a super cone or something. I also bought it in smoky Olive Green (shocking).

It wasn't too long into a sleeve (row 1 to be exact) that I flopped. oVER AND Over. This sweater has a little scalloped edge and I just couldn't digest the instructions. It took 3 tries for it to *click* and then it was so obvious that if there was someone else in the room with me I would have been exceedingly embarrassed by the density of my brain. (And, perhaps, no not really, by the amount of VULGAR LANGUAGE that escaped my lips...)

But I wasn't alone - the television was bringing Men's Combined Skiing into my hut and some Skiers, in fact the top two seeds, were in some desperate straits of a much more crucial sort! Did Bode throw his yarn on the floor in a hissy fit and stamp his booted feet when he straddled a gate? Did Raich swear like a truck driver when he went OFF the Course (I'm convinced it is just too icy over there...) in the same race?

Maybe, but I couldn't hear him from over here...

(I did hear Claudia, however. Damn, I feel your pain~!)

So when, 30 rows later, in the deep night, when I really looked at what I knit and saw LOOSE (not loose lips, ginormous GAUGE!) with the little scalloped edge facing wrong-side out, I did what any sane person would do: it was OFF with Its THREAD!

(On to smaller needles...)

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