If you're like me, you'll have a whole afternoon to finally clean out the garage and you'll become so hyper-focused on one toolbox that you'll polish each of the nails in it before moving on to anything else, and you'll run out of time for the big job. Or you'll have the entire summer to prepare materials for your maternity sub, and instead you'll create a color-coded calendar of school events that he could have made himself and probably won't want, anyway. Or maybe you'll be about-to-pop pregnant with a disassembled crib, nursery full of
stash yarn clutter, no hospital bag packed, and a long list of to-knit-for-Biscuit-and-baby items, but instead you've become obsessed with that knit that, second only to the afghan, is the knitting equivalent of the Black Hole...the man's sweater.
Doubly inconvenient as the heat index here is 110 degrees today. Anyone for a woolen blanket across their knees in the playground sun? Didn't think so. Nevertheless, Cobblestone it is, and Cobblestone it shall remain. I mean, check out that rockin' garter stitch! And I know I'm not the only one who heeds the pied piper of tweed's call. I console myself with the fact that I overbought on yarn and therefore, when I'm finished with this, I can make the Biscuit a matching Tomten. Does it bug the heck out of anyone else that Interweave publishes yarn amounts in their previews but NOT the corresponding sizes?
Inconvenient it may be, but it's been a while since my last woolen love letter to Mr. Frick, and it's time for another.
* I watched "An Inconvenient Truth" last night. I know- late to the party. If you haven't seen it, hie ye to your Netflix queue and visit climatecrisis.net's "take action" link to find out what you can do to, among many other things, keep our beloved wool from becoming obsolete...