Sunday, December 5th, 2004

Monday, Monday…

Good morning. I am very excited to tell you what I did yesterday.

I finished mom’s sweater.

That’s right. Finished. Done. Completed. All the way. Absolutely. DONE!!! The sun isn’t up yet, so I don’t have a picture for you, but it is done. It is seamed. Ends are woven in. It is blocked. It is done. I am both thrilled and nervous. Fortunately, I am confident in my ability to alter if necessary, but I am hoping it doesn’t come to that.

I am still mildly sick. This is because I still haven’t taken a day to rest yet. I’ve been busy. I had a wonderful, two hour nap yesterday, and I’m sure that was beneficial, but I have not yet spent a day in bed. Grrr. Today is probably not going to be the day. I’m feeling restless. There are things I want to do today. Plus… it’s laundry day. That never equates to a day of rest. Oh well. On the plus side, I feel a little better. Does that count?

I didn’t get to work on the mohair flower over the weekend. My sweet neighbor, upon examining my progress thus far, asked if I was worried that it would end up looking like a big ball of fuzz, instead of a flower. I’m choosing to ignore what that question implies. I tried to explain myself and my flower, but the kids were making such a racket, I didn’t want to have to yell my response, so it was just left at that. I know she’s going to be reading this though, so I guess I can answer here.

“Yes, actually. I am mildly concerned that the hours and hours spent on this project will amount to nothing more than a very large tribble. This is why I have decided to make the greenery out of some left over dark green Lamb’s Pride, instead of the green mohair I bought. The thought being that the contrast in texture will greatly help. If this doesn’t work, I will change gears and make a plain, five petal flower out of garter stitch, which will eliminate the curling ends, and call it good. I believe that will look nice, I was simply trying to be creative by attempting a peony with the curling petals.”

There it is. And I didn’t even have to shout.

Did I mention mom’s sweater is done?