Yesterday afternoon I had the idea to lie down for a quick power nap with Mr. Jefferies. One hour later, I was awakened by the ding of a text message, read it, responded, and then rolled over, a happy smile on my face. Another hour later, the house now completely dark, Abigail got up from her own nap in the next room and whispered into my dark room: "Yorkieeeee." And the Yorkie, who was sleeping on my thighs, did.not.move. Apparently I we really needed the sleep.
I managed to knit a bit on my mom's sweater over the weekend. Just a bit on the left front. No way is it going to be done for Christmas. I keep on revising my estimate of exactly how much will be done in time to wrap it up as an UFO (unfinished object). Hopefully that left front will be wrappable with the back, the right front, and the "cheater's" Fair Isle yoke that came with the kit. Perhaps the sweater should become a vest? No, no. That will not do. Maybe I can get the sleeves done before New Year's. (Nah.) And then there is all that finishing -- the sewing-up, the *gag* Kitchenering of the entire yoke onto the body, the button bands and the collar. New Year's.... perhaps of 2011, then.
At more than one point, I have grown tired of knitting that fine-gauge-, rather-rough-on-the-hands Shetland, especially now in the winter weather which seems to be making my fingertips like sandpaper. So I started fiddling with the two more skeins of indigo blue Swans Island Merino that I bought for an Abigail scarf. It resulted in a couple of false starts and no progress whatsoever. I had an idea of making a more complex cabled design in a field of seeded rib, but I think I'm going to fall back to the more comfortable, and I-know-I-can-do-it, Palindrome.
Did I ever mention that I lost my Garter Yoke Cardi?