And no, for once I am not talking about knitting.
This was waiting for me at the library this afternoon:
I cannot even get into how addicted I am to this series. This is something like the nineteenth book with same characters - but I still love them. Andrew likes them as well - although he says he just skims over certain scenes... or so he says...
But I have to finish off the book well before the Knitting Olympics begin - because trust me, I have no willpower when it comes to books I like. I will sacrifice sleep without a moment's regret (well, maybe a bit of regret the next morning when I am groggy beyond all understanding).
I ended up ripping out the plain vest I had started for myself. Then I turned my eye toward a bunch of other half-finished projects and ripped out the lot of them as well. I was worried that I wouldn't know exactly where I was in a pattern and would mess it up anyway - and who knows about tension... Then I cast on (from a previously ripped project) a raglan sweater in a red/orange/yellow/magenta variegation. The sweater will be too big for Willow (it is the 28" chest size), so I might just add that to the Dulaan pile (which I will mail off someday - I'm so motivated now after seeing the pictures on
Sometimes I just wish I could knit faster.