Some more ironing today, I hope; and I must print the docs which will be have to be posted to New York tomorrow (with or without the socks), after a phone call from my Financial Adviser. Said not without irony.
Today, Greek Helen is going to do the hospital visiting, while Archie and a friend and I go to the Surrealism expo at the Gallery of Modern Art, very well reviewed. I expect to enjoy it, and it will be fun to introduce him to it. Art doesn’t have to be heavy.
Thank you for your help with alpaca. As I thought! I’ll keep it (mentally) for scarves and lace. I don’t see why this should be so – that is, I don’t understand the distinction between “hair” and “wool”. An alpaca just looks like a long-legged sheep, to me.
As for knitting, I advanced the Whiskey Barrel sock somewhat yesterday – but most of the hospital visit was devoted to the problem of a maddeningly-beeping machine connected (or rather, un-connected) to the drip my husband has acquired for hydration.
I advanced somewhat with the Uncia. Chart A is finished; I’m five rows into Chart B, and it is indeed easier. Some rows even repeat themselves! The one remaining problem is that there are a lot of slipped stitches on the wrong side and I am not finding them easy to anticipate. Even EZ’s ever-useful maxim, “Look at your knitting”, doesn’t necessarily tell me whether the next stitch is to be slipped.
I fear my Uncia will be smaller than the prototype, but of course there’s still blocking to come. I’ll know more when I reach row 200, half-way, at the beginning of Chart C. It won’t be absurdly small, at the worst. It’s about two feet long, so far.