Okay, that title really has nothing to do with this post, but I like saying “We don’t need no stinkin’ [insert appropriate word here]!” Here it’s used in agreement with a commenter who surmised that L-B and I are not using lifelines in our knitting.
We are battle-weary at this point. Spattered with blood and gore (and wool fuzz), limping along, trailing our battle-axes (and needles) behind us. Hands throbbing.
That’s a bit of an exaggeration. All except the last bit: hands throbbing.
I stopped knitting at 9pm last night because of hand pain. I dreamed about my hands all night. So much so and in such startling scenarios that I was happy to see that they were still attached to my arms at the wrists this morning. And this morning? Not so painful, surprisingly.
Poor L-B is not so fortunate. She’s having some more serious hand pain (though I defy her dreams to rival mine), so she has been forced to cut down on her knitting time. But she’s still knitting along and making excellent progress, I think.
Very very close to having the second sleeve done.
Sunday afternoon I sewed the first sleeve to the body. Because that’s the part I hate. So what’s left for me is to finish knitting the second sleeve, sew it to the body, sew the side seams, pick up stitches and knit the collar.
And In the Unofficial Knitalong
Vanessa finished her Inishmore on Sunday! Isn’t it gorgeous?
In L-B’s and my defense, I might point out that Vanessa was not working 40+ hour work-weeks whilst knitting Inishmore, as we have been. That said, she is a wicked fast knitter and we raise our needles in a salute to her knitting prowess!
Oh, and her hands hurt too.
The completion of Inishmore is almost upon me. Hmmmmmm . . . what to knit next? Something light and lacy, I’m thinking.