Sometimes it’s so hard to be a grown-up and not poke the crazy. I am so glad I showed that particular drama llama the door (gate?) – life is so much better.
Instead, I have sweater adorableness.
This little cutie is now at the stranded knitting point, so it is no longer portable. (Actually, since that picture was taken, the sheepies were knit, the sweater was blocked, and the sheepies puckered badly and were hence ripped out again and restarted. At this time, I have one row of sheep feet, and that is all.)
Thus, I have dug out an old project.
Cryptic notes socks. I finished the first sock ages ago, but unless I’d originally planned to knit these for my ginormo-footed husband (note: NOT) I’ll need to shorten them by an inch at least. P’raps I will pick out the cast on edge and add length to the leg, cuz I have TONS of yarn available.
Added later: as it turns out, I wasn’t thinking too much when I started the second sock, so I cast on, figured out my gauge, and started knitting a 64-st ribbed sock. The first sock was a 72-st cabled sock. This does not bode so well for the matching, but I do dislike a sock that’s too loose and so the 64 st sock will stay and the 72 st sock will be reknit.