Working on my Pippa sweater and really enjoying the knitting of it even as I twitch about whether it will in fact fit me when it is done. Made a decision in my twitchiness to go up a needle size, so maybe I can settle down and just knit the thing. I'm knitting it in one piece until the armholes, though the pattern is written for separate pieces. Rather than doing all the shaping and fudging to get it to go together as it ought from three pieces, left, right and back, if I do it in one piece everything works out so much better and there's very little sewing at the end.
Only have the collar of the Rhinebeck sweater and the darning in of ends to finish. I'm really pleased with it. Will make it again with hand spun some time but there are so many other sweaters in Lisa Lloyd's book, A Fine Fleece that I want to try, it might be a while.
Have a cahjillion things I need to do before I go visit my son and his baby son and I'm about dizzy with the thought of it all. I have lists of lists. The real fun of course is juggling money and covering all the stuff that needs covering without enough money to do that and no income during the weeks I'm away from home. How nice is that? Trying hard not to think of that, but it isn't working and I'm wearing out my calculator trying to make things add up differently. We're at that definition of insanity where you try the same thing over and over and still expect a different outcome. Is that insane or faint hope? Or am I priming the pump until some creative fix arrives or I simply recognize that no, I can't pay that damn bill until some time in the future when income arrives. Reality sucks.
But hey, I can knit and spin for months yet and not be through all my projects or stash, which, you'll be happy to hear, means I won't actually go round the bend. Or not so much that anybody will notice or take alarm.
