So, there’s this little thing called the Ravelympics. Maybe you’ve heard of it?
Yeah…so, turns out I’m not exactly the Michael Phelps of the Ravelympics. I’m more like that guy from the Sydney games who could barely swim, and struggled just to finish the race….yeah.
Even though I was home all day yesterday (bliss!) I didn’t get much knitting done. It was worth it, but it still kind of sucks.
There was some progress, though. I’ve gotten down to the toes of sock number 1 of Auntie Jo-Jo’s plain Christmas socks. All I have left to do is Kitchner, which isn’t really as hard as people make it out to be, but still not something I want to be doing at 11:30 pm when I’m falling asleep.
I also started weaving in ends on Tubey. I LOVE Tubey, but let me tell you, there are a LOT of ends on that stupid stripey sweater. So, I hunkered down with some repeats of Without a Trace and made some progress, but it’s slow going. And the blocking of projects (like the scarf) has to wait until a weekend so it has all day to dry on my bed.
And seaming….well, let’s not even talk about seaming. I’m so the non-medal winning tiny country of the Ravelympics. But hey, at least I’m trying…right?
Right?
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