I’ve made a nice start on the first sleeve for my sweater.
As you may recall, the sweater has three-quarter length sleeves, but I am making mine wrist-length. The pattern directs you to knit for 10.5 inches before the sleeve cap shaping, but I’m doing . . . oh . . . 17 inches, I guess.
I spent some time knitting this sleeve last night while watching Season One of “The Tudors” on DVD. I’m really enjoying this series, though I do think they are taking some liberties with historical fact. For example, Henry VIII marrying off his sister, Margaret Tudor, to the King of Portugal. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can’t find any basis in history for that. Does anyone know?
Be that as it may, the scenes showing Margaret Tudor “interacting” with the King of Portugal had me just roaring with laughter.
**Change of topic alert!**
I started reading a new book at lunch: The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield.
I read and knit while I eat lunch at work every day, so I’m always acquiring books to feed my habit. I have a stack of unread books at home and pluck one off the stack to take in to the office when I’m nearing the end of the current read. The Thirteenth Tale had reached the top of the rotation, so it came to work with me and I opened it for the first time at noon.
You know how some books really take some getting into before your interest is caught? And there are some that never hook you. Not this one. It hooked me in the first chapter.
After finishing the first chapter, I hopped over to Amazon to read the reviews. There are over 500 of them, and the average is 4.5 stars. But as is my wont, I went to the poorest reviews, the one-stars, first. Some said they found the first couple of chapters engrossing, and it went downhill fast from there. Some said it was the worst drech in the history of the world. One said that calling it a “beach read” was an insult to beach reads. One said that the mere reading of it would give you leprosy.
So now I have to read on.
Meanwhile on the home front . . .
Lucy is spending more and more time curled up in my lap since I will insist on having the windows open and a fan blowing. She does have her Cozy Cushions, but seems to prefer Mommy-warmth, even though I am the heartless bitch who will not turn on the heat. So . . . how long do you think I can hold out before turning on the heat?
Gotta go now. I need to hunker down on the couch with Miss Lucy to watch classic horror movies on TCM!