Colds to the right of me. Colds to the left of me. Viruses straight ahead. Bravely, I raise my echinacea bottle and venture on. So far I'm winning in this game of dodge ball. But foul weather today gave me a good excuse to stay huddled indoors reading and napping much of the day.
I'm spending a lot of time on my Pyramid Sweater. I'm loving the actual construction of it. And when I look at it, the different blue shades are a pleasure to my eyes. I am having trouble still with the pop of lime green early in the pattern. I keep wishing I had limited it to one or two rows instead of an entire six-row pattern repeat. I am hoping that this won't cause the sweater to be one of my mistakes.
I am thinking that I might try weaving a different color ribbon into that section to tone down the green. Anybody have thoughts on that?
THE HONEYMOON'S NOT OVER YET
My son and favorite DIL are in town this weekend, and we had a relaxing dinner out last night. I'm working on the Honeymoon Cami from Knitty, for my DIL, and so far it's looking like a good fit.
SPEAKING OF GOOD FIT
Emily has finished her version of the Dolores Shawl, and as you can see, it looks fabulous.
Vera mentions in the comment section that she had not known what a meme was. One definition acquired by googling got me this:
a unit of intellectual or cultural information that survives long enough to be recognized as such, and which can pass from mind to mind.
Loosely, all those question clusters that pass from blog to blog apparently fall under that category. When I raised the question about finished object satisfaction, I couldn't remember whose blog I first found it on. Emma directed me to Bron, and sure enough, that was it. Bron's entry really wasn't a meme. But it sure sparked my interest just the same. (I notice that Bron's latest entry IS a knitting-themed meme, so watch out; the game of Tag is on again.)
BACK TO ALERT STATUS
What was that? A tickle in my nose. Duck!! I feel a sneeze coming on. Excuse me, readers. I must stay alert. There are microbes everywhere just waiting for me to let down my guard. I must be valiant. I will fight on. I can't let the winter flu season get me.