So I've been working on this Ribby Cardi. And after finishing the first sleeve, and having to do an extra 22 rows because apparently, 14.5 inches is not just as good as 17 inches, I've come down with a case of ribbing madness. I'm a pretty fast knitter, and sometimes I can find the process of ribbing addictive, but oh God, I've done so much. Gee, who'd think, with a project called the RIBBY CARDI. The worst part? The USO I'm dying to get to...socks with 3 inches of ribbing at the top.
I know I've been lazy about posting pics. So I have the back, one front panel, and one sleeve done. I have half of another front panel done - just need to get out to the LYS for a little more yarn - and I've gotten through a few inches of sleeve #2. I wanted this thing done by Saturday, but with working 4 days in a row and needing to go to the LYS, not to mention blocking...ain't happenning. It's heartbreaking. I know, it's a wool blend sweater in July. But still.
Ugh, maybe I'll get a few rows done during my breaks tomorrow. I hate just pacing around, checking sizes and folding. It's so much time that could be spent being productive...which is why I usually sneak down to the footwear section to get shoes for the kids (It probably bears mentioning that I work in the kids' department of a major ass catalog company's flagship store...I've gotten to speak 3 languages in one day.) because at least I can see tangible results for my efforts. Meh.
Knitting with black yarn, over something not entirely mindless, in a house with terrible light for nights on end...clearly, I hate my eyes and want them to die.