The stripy sweater grows. I've made it up to the armpits which means that I need to sit down and figure out how to plan out a round yoke. I'm hoping that after the great steek affair, it won't be too bad. It's knobbly and slightly uneven and definitely hand spun, but I like the effect. More importantly, so does she. Evelyn keeps checking on the progress of "the pink and purple and orangey sweater."
I'm impatient to have all the unpacking done. Inpatient to have it all in place, all put away, so I can sit down and knit without feeling like really, I should be doing something else. Ah me. We'll get there. I keep telling myself we will get there.