I’m not getting much knitting done. Can I reconstruct my day? The limitations are fairly strict. I keep sinking down and knitting a few peaceful rows of half-brioche – I’m a couple of inches beyond the underarm cast-off by now; and that’s all.
One bit of knit-related news, though. I got a picture of myself back from the framer yesterday, and hung it up. My sister commissioned Franklin to do it in 2006. Eventually one gets around to things. Sorry about the reflections.
I love Carol Sunday’s “Nancy’s Vest”.