Yesterday I tried to capture the floppy-bushel-basket-ness of the current hap.
Here it is, slumped in a heap:
And here it is being held up by the chair:
And this is all I can see while I'm knitting:
Well, that's not *all* I can see. I can also see this:
Because if there is a goat nearby when I sit in this chair in the barn paddock, she or he will climb up on the rock I use as a footrest, to see what I'm up to. And when Violet saw this huge sack, she thought it might be full of carrot pennies and peanuts.
I told her, Sorry, but no.
There will be peanuts after evening chores, as usual.
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| "I know you're busy, don't interrupt what you're doing with those sticks. I'll just have a little look, shall I?" |
I suppose it never hurts to check.
The hap is ready to bind off, with 624 stitches on the last few rows. Binding off may take a while, but I'm looking forward to blocking this and seeing it all clean and tidy and stretched out evenly. I hope I like it. If not, I'll have to knit another one. This is a really nice project for nor'easter/insomniac/stop-worrying knitting, whether for 20 minutes or for 4 hours at a stretch. Toward the end I was going slowly to make it last. But now: starting the bind-off.
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