Then I met a friend for lunch -- a dear friend who acted like it was all her treat to hear my news. Wasn't that sweet? Very soul-restoring.
And tonight, Mr. Beehive Carpenter himself has a meeting, so I'm going to get the baby in bed early (naps with babysitters just don't happen), serve something easy for dinner, and then I might work a little, but eventually, I'm going to have another date, with this:
That's how far I am on the right front of the Pearl Buck Swing Jacket. I've made many notes about how I'm doing this, as I can't actually follow a pattern without translating it into Distractionese. This way, the two fronts will at least have a slight chance of greatly resembling each other. I figured out where to put the extra inch of length us long-torsoed folk require.
Every time I pick this up I enjoy the yarn more, splitty though it is It's such a treat. I only wish I had killer knit skills so I could show it off in some spectacular way. Fortunately, it's so lovely it will make anything I knit look better.
And what more, really, could you ask of a yarn?