So I’m supposed to be showing you some knitting right? …Eh. Whatever.
The denim jacket’s coming along, I’m onto the first sleeve now.
I’m a bit worried that it’s going to come out too big. I picked the biggest size, based on my bust, but the thing is I’m a busty girl; the rest of me isn’t necessarily in proportion. Maybe a little negative ease would have been something to consider. Well, let’s hope all that ribbing does its job and pulls things in nicely. How does denim ribbing behave once it’s been washed? Anybody? I rather think I’m going to have a sack on my hands.
(Shrug? Oh yes, shrug. Deadlines. Yeah. Well, I’ve found possibly the perfect yarn for that, in this week’s Posh sale, so I’ll crack on when that arrives. Hooray for excuses to carry on with my jacket!)
The sock is progressing slowly. I am SO VERY BORED of this now.
So I’ve cast on for another sock. Or more accurately, for a swatch for what will be another sock. (Didn’t exactly get very far. Supper was ready.) I just wanted to check that, when doing a pretty pattern – Spiral boot socks from Interweave – and using scrummy yarn, socks are still fun.
Eh. They might be. I can’t tell yet.
So, right, forget all that now. (It won’t be hard. It wasn’t that interesting.) What do you do when you feel… well… crappy? Assuming (purely for the purposes of argument) that part of the crappy might be described as “fat”, so chocolate is not necessarily the answer? (I know. Sacrilege.) And further assuming that you have a metric shitload of work to do, so – even more heretical – knitting might not really fit into the schedule either?