By the time I finished filing/purging/rearranging my patterns (yes, that cupboard is CLEAN!!!), I had a new stack of projects-to-be that I had totally forgotten were at one time the love of my life and needed immediate attention.
Abigail rose to the top, not only because I really love it, but I had enough yarn in the stash. (Sweater amount yarn is not abundant in my world.) It's a lovely, classic longish cardigan; I'm using Silky Wool so it will actually be a 3-season sweater. In my head it's already packed for a spring adventure, so I better get ON IT.
Even though it's classically plain (a load of reverse stockinette knitting), it does that mind-twisting thing where you do the front increases X# of times, while AT THE SAME TIME you do the raglan (yes, I know, another raglan sweater---I'm going to love this one, though I'm an optimist..or really slow study.) increases X# of times (and of course, they are different numbers.) Over the years, I've settled into MY way of coping with this----I can't believe I invented it but I've never seen anyone else do it; but then, how many of us sit around and talk about how we deal with what amounts to (in knitting) rubbing our tummy and patting our head at the same time?
The circles indicate the row on which I do the front increases, the triangle is the row on which I do the raglan increases, and obviously a circle in a triangle gets both kinds of increases. I mark checkpoints (ie, row 53: I should have 94 sts on the back, 66 stitches on the sleeve, and this is where I break for the sleeves). At this point, I can pretty much bag the written pattern and rely on my coded piece of paper for the sweater.
I am really, really curious, though---how does everyone else deal with this??? I'm not sure I would switch my system, but I'm always ready to tweek it.
a maybe new book (haven't started it yet), the new Jussi Adler-Olsen book on audible to fall back on... but
a fire in the fireplace.
Yes, this is ICE on the INSIDE of the kitchen window. (Pipes are frozen in our little house out back. yuck.) But, we're coping very nicely, thank you.
Baby, it's cold outside.