Judging from the overwhelmingly positive response in the comments, I think we need to form a Monty Python and the Holy Grail knitting/touring company.
(This beats my previous idea of doing dramatic readings of The Labor-Management Reporting and Disclosure Act of 1959, As Amended.)
Okay, so far we have me as King Arthur (because of all the Pythonites, I think I most closely resemble Graham Chapman, may he rest in peace, and because it is my idea), L-B as my trusted servant Patsy of course, and Rabbitch as Sir Bedivere. Several of you have volunteered to be Knights Who Say Ni, and some of you who can bring your own coconuts will be joining in as knights.
We’ll put Lucy in a little bunny suit and she can be the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.
Theresa in Italy kindly volunteered to be the moistened bint who lobbed a scimitar at me.
Anyhow, there are still plenty of good roles are up for grabs.
Oh, and we are all going to knit our own chain mail from Tempted Stacy’s Glam Grrl yarn.
How . . . to figure out how to get rights to the script . . .
Onward . . .
Cindy asked in the comments:
How many stitches do you allow the non working yarn to float when you are knitting in fair isle?
Longtime readers may remember me waxing lyrical from time to time on the joys of floating. Lismore has got some pretty long stretches, so I do strand from time to time. My longest floats are 8 stitches.
Here’s the current state of the second sleeve:
And in sock news, I turned the heel.
Lucy is a little nonplussed at the prospect of a bunny suit.