A couple inches of thick, heavy, wet snow coated everything Friday morning, and made me glad I live here. So beautiful! By Saturday afternoon, most of the snow coating the trees had blown off. But these bushes (in Meridian Park, down by the canal) look just much like cotton ready to be picked.
We had a great walk yesterday, through woods & fields, on paths we’d never seen before. The sun was shining in a deep blue sky, and it felt much warmer than it actually was. We walked for an hour, then stopped for hot subs on the way home. My favorite kind of day.
Some progress made on CeCe … It’s been frogged twice, once because I cast on too many sts, once because I misread my gauge swatch. I’m knitting in Cascade Sierra, 80% cotton/20% wool, and I machine-washed and -dried my swatch. As I expected, there was significant shrinkage in the length, but not much in width, so my gauge is 5% small length-wise. I could block it to gauge, but then I’d have to block it every time I washed it. Which would never happen, of course. I’ll add a half-inch before shaping for the neckline, and call it done.
Progress on the Kauni, too. The sleeve and neck steeks are crocheted and cut; sleeves are picked up; and I’m knitting both sleeves at the same time, split at the center underarm, and steeked between them. It was tough to manipulate the circular needle for the first 2 inches or so, but now it’s coming along quite well. And the sleeves will match!
I stopped knitting last night, because the sleeve decrease rate seemed way too shallow. But now that I look at some FO sleeves more closely, I can see that it’s a wide sleeve, gathered sharply at the cuff. I like the look.
A rare picture of Samwich, our shrinking violet. Usually she hears the camera turn on, and she’s off like a shot. But yesterday afternoon she spent hours at the window, watching this mourning dove as it sat on the roof. It finally flew away about dusk, and we could all get some rest. Soon spring will be here, the window will be open, and she can watch birds from the roof – instead of watching birds on the roof.
