Superbowl Sunday at Paul & Leah's house outside of Boston, far enough outside the city that it was practically the wilderness to me. They had a fire going, comfy cushions and pillows strewn everywhere, tons of clam chowder, chili and desserts, I sat myself in the rocking chair and knitted throughout the entire game, more feverishly so in the last 5 minutes. I can get extremely worked up about a sport I care so little about. Remember Smarty Jones's quest for the Triple Crown? I hadn't even heard of that stupid horse until two days before the event, but it didn't stop me from weeping bitter bitter tears when it was all over.
from Phildar's Tendance Automne 04/05
I've completed the back and started the front for this little sweater. Feeling leery about it. We'll see. The drapey collar is supposed to be as long as the sweater body from bottom to armpit, around 16 inches. That seems nuts. I just realized that this sweater isn't coat-friendly since the collar acts like a mini-poncho. What have I done? It's too late to stop.
Below is a pic of one of the back/front pieces. One of these days it will miraculously morph into something wearable but for now, the ribbing is pulling the width in so much it looks like a dishtowel. A soft, absorbant dishtowel.
for a giraffe
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