People have way too much time on their hands.
Oh, and I finished Coronet last weekend. The decreasing was so anticlimactic, I sat there holding it, wanting more. I can't wait to make it in wool. The cotton is lovely and soft, but a little saggy.
I'd start frogging my mom's sock... if I could find it. So instead, I'm back on my red "magic" scarf. Finished the first ball of yarn and am frogging an early attempt and using the wool from it. I keep thinking of boas trying to swallow their own tails. I don't think it'll take 2 balls (too much thickness when it's a cowl), and I really don't want to knit two. I may wind the 2nd half of the froggable one for trim on something (socks?) and see if I can exchange the 3rd ball at the LYS.
Now, where is that damned sock?
1 comment:
Who has too much time on their hands? Certainly not you, nor me. I just read a blog of another knitter who is chunking out a pair of socks every 6 days! FFS indeed.
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