Ow, my hands …
No time for posting or gabbing, must keep knitting until hands drop off at the wrists. Can’t even stop then, not unless Cozy is finished! The cousin’s wedding is Saturday, you see, and my mother will freeze if Cozy isn’t finished. (And I keep typing “Cosy”, thank you very much …)
Oh, what the heck. Here’s a picture of Co(s)zy as it was Tuesday morning:
I knit more on Tuesday evening, progressed slightly on Wednesday, then realized I had to frog six rows and reknit them. Do you know how much of a pain it is to pick up rows of a lacy pattern? That’s right. A HUGE pain.
I bought a wrap for myself that my mother can use as a substitute.
Cozy is now 24″ as of tonight, and I’m going to bed. My arthritic hands can’t take much more tonight. Just for grins, though, here’s a shot of the couch this afternoon. It cracked me up. The bi-weekly housekeeper (I LOVE corporate apartments) spread my triangle shawl on the couch for me, I’d tossed Clapotis on the couch when I came in, and there was Coxy all sprawled out. It’s the Houston Couch of Knit. No wonder Clive likes coming down here with me.
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Wow… you got a lot done!