So eventually the banging stopped and the painters went home (get your mind out of the gutter). A blessed hush descended, and the idea of doing something that required more than 45 seconds of sustained attention seemed less daunting.
This wee tiny cuff was the result. You’ll have to pardon the poor lighting in the photo. It’s early morning, my office is dark, and the painters are back so I’m not dragging it outside to photograph (yarn and paint don’t mix).
It started because I was fiddling around trying to get the hang of the Italian cast on. That led naturally to some ribbing, which turned into a little mini cuff. I’m rather pleased.
I love this shape. It keeps me warm but doesn’t get in the way of typing or knitting. Gauge isn’t really important, and it takes only a few dozen yards of scrap yarn. I foresee several more of these in my immediate future.