After several attempts that ended in disappointment, the first five rows of Fantine are done.
Please excuse the gross surface. It’s acutally my coffee table, which Ian and I are sure to clean several times a day. My ten-year old cat Seth has this thing lately where he likes to lay in the bathtub after someone showers. This, we believe, might, in his mind, take the place of cleaning himself, as he is going through one of those anti-hygiene phases. Anyway, after crawling out of the tub, he likes to ump up on the coffee table and lay down, usually rolling on his side to lean up against Ian’s beverage of choice at the moment, and taunt us with the prospect of his big belly or one of his equally large haunches knocking it off the table. The table ends up gross with cat-tub water.
I don’t do markers since I have so much waste yarn just lying around. There’s lots of counting with this pattern, but I prefer it to knitting to inches at least. It’s still difficult to tell with the crossed stitches. The execution is no harder than a standard K2tog, for example, but the twisting of the yarn gets confusing when trying to judge my adeptness. Very pretty though. More fun than sewing the pocket on the back of Zeeby’s bag, which is where I stopped with that one. Pictures coming when I finally get it finished. Any advice on whether to line or not to line would be more than welcome. Although I took a costume class during my first try at undergraduate theatre school, my skills with the needle and thread (in that fashion) are all but abominable.
In the morning I go in for my HIDA scan. Radioactivity and fasting are involved. You’re so jealous of my life.
