I was nearly done with the shoulder shaping when I realized that some of the pattern was off. So I frogged back to the point where I had done the first decrease on each side, and then I placed markers every four stitches and one in the center. I had hoped to finish it last night before bed, but I was just too groggy and didn’t want to have to frog again.
Here is the first shoulder seam.
I tried a single-crochet join first, but the double stitches were a wee bit too prominent for my taste. This discreet whip-stitch blends in nicely, I think. The other shoulder is sewn as well, and I just need to try this on and decide how wide my sleeves should be. I hope to get the first sleeve picked up while riding the train this morning.
This was in the parking lot by my car the other night. Is there anything more forlorn than a lost binkie?
Brother Sushi is coming for dinner. I said I just wanted to fix some pasta, and he has a package that he wants to try, so I’ll give you the menu later. I think we will just scooch the wicker chairs over to the coffee table and see how that goes. I have no idea where my Russian linen runner is, so we’ll definitely be shabby-chic tonight.
And if all goes according to plan, Best Friend will be dropping by tomorrow.
- Four 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!