The semester ended with a bang and not a few whimpers, but hey gang! I’m back!
True to form, though I’ve finished a few things thus far — namely going away presents for the brother (off to China for the Peace Corps … two years … sniff) and the brother’s girlfriend, neither of which I remembered to photograph prior to giving (d’oh), but there is also my first ever Selbu Modern, which is now in Maryland, while I am in New England. D’oh.
I did start another Selbu (I’m also on a mad startitis jag — watch out, yarn — while simultaneously trying to shame myself back to finishing things). Want a glimpse?
Out of the gate, but stumbling a lot.
Yes, that’s right — the top row, visible to the naked eye, is cocked up. Which means undoing 192 stitches. In high school, my friend and I had a riotously foul expression of frustration, and I’d use it, if I didn’t think of the children.
(Oh twist my arm won’t you — f*** me up the a** with a wooden broomstick that splinters easily.)
Easy enough to fix, though, and a divine sign to get off my butt, and back to the library for work. To be continued!