Sleeve: a saga continues

It's the same shot of the Poetry in Stitches sleeve as Monday, but one more flower along. That represents about six hours of knitting, many phone calls ignored, and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and dinner on Wednesday for the boy.

I slip the thing over my wrist every colour change, knowing what it will look like (pretty much the same as it did the last time I slipped it over my wrist) and checking the book one more time to see if I remember "four flower repeats" correctly.  Yep, I am right.  Four.  And probably a little more than that because it looks a little short-wristed on the model to better show off the accompanying wristers.  Or maybe the wristers were knit to make up for the short-wristedness of the sweater.  It's hard to say.  But I will probably finally reach the triumphant end of the fourth flower on Saturday sometime only to slip it up the arm and decide that ::wither:: I have half a flower more to knit.  I am braced for such things.

I have promised myself to be monogamous until the end of this sleeve.  The second sock only gets attention when I am out and about.  And no, out and about does not include the patio or the far end of the kitchen table even though the house wifi doesn't reach that far and the phones crap out there.  The far end of the kitchen table technically still counts as "in", so I have to stick with the sleeve.

But I am skeining up some yarn for washing, a la Juno.

And charting up leopard mittens.  I've done the math and the swatch and I have yarn out of the stash -- maybe not enough, but still . . .

(I say this because Tina asked in the comments about my glancing mention of them, and I wanted to email her back, but we're having computer problems, among which is that my server seems to think email from Typepad is spam, and I'm not getting most of my comments forwarded to me.  If you left a particularly witty comment in the last few weeks only to hear nothing back from me, this is why. It is not that I am a dolt or unappreciative of your good humour, it's that I am in an unjust quarantine)

So as for the leopard mittens go: no stitches until the sleeve is done. But there might be washed yarn before then.

Comments

[colleen]

We all know the *real* reason why you're not responding to comments. You're too busy "knitting."

Love that sleeve!

[sara]

I would have to agree with colleen^^^
I think you might have more done if you were not sooo busy "knitting".
;)

[Beth S.]

Leopard mittens... that sounds like intarsia...? Though I guess they could be stranded if the 'spots' were small enough. Anyway, that's a really wicked plan you've got. ;-)

[Tonia]

That sleeve is so pretty. I love it!

[Kathy W]

Good luck with the washing. I hope there are no horror pictures like she had.

Knitting fidelity is hard. I guess that's why I'm such a promiscuous knitter.

[Dava]

As someone who can't master a YO and will hurl my work across the room, I admire your will to stick it out. You could just knit that sleeve and nothing else and I would be forever impressed. But hurry up--I'm intrigued by leopard mitts! :)

[Sarah]

Sooo beautiful! With something that pretty, project monogamy can't feel too bad!

[Lucia]

Desperately trying to think of something witty... gack. Nice sleeve.

[Wanda]

Hehe, too busy "knitting", eh? Yeah, I guess I have nothing witty to say either, ::sigh::