This is the Noro, in its pre-frogged state.
Yummy, and way too small to be finished and worn as-is. I want to figure something out this weekend, because I want this to be my train knitting, and I go back to work tomorrow. I wish that I had enough to make Kate Gilbert’s Sunrise Circle Jacket. I will probably improvise a cropped kimono.
Yesterday I just channeled Scarlett and worked on Juno Regina, instead. Fiddle-de-dee!
I noticed a significant drop-off in productivity, now that I am back online. Unless you count all the emails that I deleted yesterday. I did make one trip over to the apartment and brought back what I think is the next to last load of stuff.
And I did get most of the rest of the food up into the cabinets, and bought more milk and another pint of ice cream to be enjoyed one teacup at a time.
I need to scoot the remaining unpacked boxes here in the kitchen, over against the north wall where the new dresser [which will contain much of what’s left] will go.
And I need to make sure that the path is clear to the closet in my studio, because it has access to the attic, and sometime this week there are supposed to be people up there installing a radiant barrier. [I sure hope it doesn’t block my prayers from going up, or Heaven’s wisdom from coming down.]
I also need to remember to plug in my alarm clock sometime today. I think one of the best parts about being on vacation has been waking up on my body’s schedule, and not on somebody else’s. My last conscious act before I went to bed, was to check and see when I need to catch the train tomorrow morning. I have two choices: dark-thirty and dark-thirtier, depending on how much knitting time I want in the break room before I have to start earning a living again.
Oh, and I saw fireworks last night! I went out for milk a little before 10:00, and there they were! Not as many as I had hoped, but I imagine there will be more on the Fourth, proper.
I have no idea where my Relief Society manual is, but I think I will go read the Sunday School lesson and work a little on this before church.
And after church, I should go curl up with the Knitting Treasuries and make more swatches with the Noro.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!