I am a dork

Why does it take me so long to clue into the "essence" of a pattern? Are other people like this? If so, no wonder they think knitting is hard. It is hard, if you don't "get" the pattern.

Take Clapotis, for that matter. My first try it took me HOURS of poring over the pattern to even get through the initial increase rows. Now, since I know what dropped stitches look like and get the whole twisted border stitch thing - it's SOOOO easy! OK, I can tell it's going to get boring but I'm so feeling the Dye-Version Bamboo Sport love and the colour is so much better in reality than this pic:Silky, drapey, shiny, yummy.

Tiger Sweater? Jeanie? Socks? I know not these projects.

Sloth

Thursday, the second last day of my freedom, brings evidence of how productively I spent my time:
Throw in a book or four and I think that about covers it.

Self-framing portrait of happiness:

Where does the time go?

When last we talked, I was a different women. I ran, I obsessed, I basically looked good. Now I am a fat eating machine who does nothing except eat, knit, shop and occasionally sew. I suppose there could be worse things. Heroin, gambling, prostitution...

Anyway, enough negativity. I have several things to report:

Amy Butler:


Michael Miller:

Alexander Henry:

And IKEA, go figure, upholstery weight at only 7 or 8 bucks a metre!

The back of this lovely garment is doneAnd Jen was kind enough to suppress her nausea long enough to display the progress on the front for me.