The Little Knitter Who Could

Here is the collar spread out in all its glory.



The left lapel.



The collar back.



That’s all I have for you this morning. I came home from Fourthborn’s last night and spent 20 minutes waiting for a large red wasp-like flying insect to light on the wall long enough and low enough for me to smack it into oblivion with my flyswatter and flush the remains. I couldn’t tell if it was one of the ones that is harmless but loud, or one of the aggressive ones. It was inside. I was taking no chances. [Or prisoners.]

Once I had that little detail taken care of, I put Runaway Bride into the player and listened to it while finishing the embroidery. When I was done, it was 12:30. This time I reset the alarm for 6:00am. My tub is full. My bag is packed, including or should I say especially the scarf, with the spare partial ball of yarn.

I discovered a small mistake on the scarf, about eight inches from where I am. No, I am not frogging back. I will embroider it shut, or something.

I am outta here in about seven minutes. Bishop gave me some homework last night. Which means no knitting on the couch tonight. But I think there might be a celebratory chocolate muffin when I get to work today.

Autumn Asters, c’est fini!