Loosely spun wool felts really really easily. And I have nobody to blame but myself… DH asked, should he wash it in the machine? And I said no, I’d soak it. There was so much that came out in the soak (and I felt like crap) that I thought, Oh, I’ll do a rinse/spin in the frontloader versus just a spin after soaking the sweater. Bad idea.
Here it is the day it was finished and blocked. For a broad-shouldered, long-waisted, long-armed tall man.
And what else?
Guess I’d better knit him another sweater. With all that stash, I don’t have enough of any one color of one kind of yarn to make such a big sweater. So I’m going to do some creative thinking this weekend… I have a ton of lamb’s pride and easy care and enough lopi, just not all in one color. Maybe for his January birthday.
Yesterday was the first day in weeks that I worked a full day. Here’s what my day was like yesterday…
One time (one time) I coughed over my shoulder in a mostly empty room towards a wall and far away from the only other person (my boss, who I like very much) in the room. She gave me grief all day, telling me that I should cough in my elbow.
Shortly thereafter I spilled an entire cup of hot tea all over the table (and onto the floor) in her office. Luckily it entirely missed all the papers we were looking at.
Not long after that there was another person at the table, and I had to stand up to do something (but not leave the table, just reach) and when I sat down, my chair wasn’t there. It had rolled away. I landed on the floor. Noisily. Uncomfortably.
Then we went to the open house at the gym. Walking around for 15 minutes exhausted me.
I coughed into my napkin at lunch. “Use your elbow!”
When I came home I just wanted to go to bed. I was too tired to knit.
Today I didn’t manage a whole day. And that coffee I had this afternoon must’ve been decaf. Haven’t knit anything today either.
Thankfully somebody else is doing the presentation I was supposed to give in Bangor tonight. Actually it’s DH, more reason to make him that sweater, eh?