The Limits of my Love
I love y’all, really I do. I confess my frequent knitting failures to you, I reveal the alarmingly bowl-like shape of my head to you, and I spend inordinate amounts of time taking pictures on my porch (baffling my neighbors in the process) so that you can know what I’m knitting. But today, I found my limit. Right now the thermometer on the side of my house says 24 F (that’s -4 C for the rest of the world). That’s not actually all that cold. It’s not balmy, but it’s manageable. But it is also windy. That, too, I might have been able to tolerate. But you see, it is also raining. I’m not even sure how that’s possible at that temperature, but I assure you it is. The rain was the last straw. I couldn’t bring myself to go outside.
So I chickened out and just leaned out the window. The goal was to get some more light for a photo. Unfortunately, it’s so overcast that it didn’t help much. You’ll have to take my word for it when I say this is much prettier in person. Alas, it’s actually due for a rip. I need to go down a needle size. I had my suspicions while I knit it, and they were confirmed after I washed it. It grew a bit when it hit the water, and now it’s just too big. Luckily it’s only a few hours of knitting, and the yarn holds up to ripping very well. Version 2 will be good enough to be worth it.