I’m up to the armhole shaping on the right side of Abby’s cardigan front. I could quite conceivably finish it today, which leaves the sleeves…..

I’m not sure what to do about the sleeves. I don’t want them to taper as my basic pattern guide is written, and I’m concerned about how they’ll fit in the armhole, since my gauge is off and I’ve been improvising. I guess it’ll be trial and error, which I’m not exactly looking forward to. Why I insist on making up my own patterns instead of safely going with an existing one and recommended gauge is somewhat beyond me. It takes so much more thought and effort.

I’m stubborn, that’s it. And there is some thrill to the accomplishment, even though I complain about it.

Clark has stepped up his “boy-ness” this week. He still can’t walk, but he gets around just fine. Up and down the stairs in their entirety, emptying dresser drawers repeatedly, scattering my laundry piles, digging through the girls’ bedside tables and breaking things… all the while flashing million dollar smiles, his eyes sparkling.

He’s such a stinker.

Nate wants to dye my hair tonight. The purple has completely washed out, so the last several inches of my hair are bleached blonde. I think it’s cool, but he wants it red. He actually went into Ulta himself and picked out the dye. I’m concerned. Red is an extremely difficult color to keep in hair. I’ve tried a more conventional red in the past, and it didn’t work at all. This stuff is crayon red, and I’m hoping that, like the purple, it washes out all the way. Because faded pink won’t do. If it comes to that, I’ll have to chop it.