Progress on various fronts. A good day.

 Here is my Lilias Day:

 It lacks but a couple of rounds of twisted rib at the neck, the bind-off, and a bit of finishing including underarm Kitchener-ing. I’ve run out of the basic colour and must therefore wind the last skein, all 100 grams of it. That’ll take a while. Will I then block it? That remains to be seen. I am terribly pleased to have finished a grown-up, serious project. It’s been a long time since that happened, I feel. I started this one in late May, just in time to take to Cramond with me for those two weeks I spent in care. That was late May, so the whole thing has taken less than two months. That’s pretty good, too.

 

The next job, not attractive, is to finish the Calcutta Cup legwarmers. There’s not far to go. It’s not much fun, doing Fair Isle over so small a circumference. The problem here, however, is that I don’t know where the finished first one is. A general sense of it’s-around-here-somewhere has gradually given way to anxiety. I’ll put Michaela onto it tomorrow. She’s not an absolutely brilliant finder like Daniela, but she’s pretty good.

 

The project after that will probably be an attempt to confect some sort of Evendoon for Helen, replacing the one her washing machine ate, using the abundant Schiehallion left-overs I seem to have in stash. If some of them have to be augmented, I think that can be done: there are enough colours that the same-coloured stripes aren’t near each other. As long as one doesn’t introduce a new dye lot in mid-stripe, it shouldn’t be obvious (or even detectable).

 

Wordle: five again for me. Three for Ketki, four for Alexander, five for Mark. Alexander and I suffered from the familiar Wordle problem: we had the word except for the last letter;  there was more than one possibility; we guessed wrong.

 

Helen came this morning, and I pushed my new machine perhaps a third of the way around the garden: further than I have taken it before.