
Thanks for such a fabulous response to my request. We’ve got ourselves a convoy — excuse me — a charity knit-along!
As mentioned at the end of yesterday’s post, I set up a Yahoo Group for this project — rather than send me an email, click on the cute li’l icon above (or in my sidebar) to go to the group and join up if you are so inclined!
I think this is going to be a great project, and Petfinder.com will be very pleased with the outcome.
Fern Report
Yesterday I started knitting the frilly bits of Fern — how fun! It definitely makes it a lot more interesting, much more so than plain reverse stockinette stitch.
Here’s the left front in progress:

And a frilly bit close-up:

Questions!
I’ve had a number of questions lately asking how I knit so fast.
Truthfully, I don’t think I’m really all that fast. I’m just persistent.
I knit for half an hour on the train going in to work. I knit for half an hour at lunch. I knit for half an hour on the train going home. And then I try to fit in a couple of hours each night. More on the weekends.
And it all adds up to a lot of time spent knitting.
I’ve been knitting for a very long time so from sheer repetition, it has gotten faster. I don’t need to look at my work very often, so I can knit while reading or while watching television. And I’ve got a good memory, so I memorize patterns and charts easily, so I don’t spend time referring back to them much.
Every little bit helps!
And a hair question from Miz CurlsandPurls the other day:
Just curious, now that you are up to 188 days and counting without a haircut, how are you feeling? If it were me, I would be in need of a hairclip, or maybe just one of those big rasta hats!
How am I feeling? It goes like this:
Monday: I hate my hair. I hate my hair. My hair sucks. I hate my hair.
Tuesday: I love my hair. I love my hair. My hair looks great. I love my hair.
Wednesday: I hate my hair. I hate my hair. My hair sucks. I hate my hair.
Thursday: OH MY GOD! My hair is so horrific, I cannot bear to look it (averts eyes as she passes the mirror).
And so on.
My hair has multiple personalities. Or else it’s like a box of chocolates. From one day to the next, I never know what I’m gonna get.
Lucy never has a bad hair day.

















