Why are arms so long? Seriously, why? You’re knitting merrily along on a sweater, making great time, until…you hit the sleeves. Which proceed to go on forEVER and leave me wondering why because surely my arms aren’t that long, really. (They are.)

In case you were wondering, yes, still knitting on Brilliant Retro. Go sleeves.

(Also, it’s possible I may have been a little distracted by starting a new book. See No Evil, about the CIA and how their spying program is going completely downhill as they focus less on human intelligence. It’s awesome so far, and I highly recommend it.)