Black Friday

Yesterday was Black Friday. No, I didn't get up and go shopping 4:00am. That's crazy. I came up with my own variation: I spent a big chunk of the day (interrupted by a 3-mile walk) starting on my black Cobra Sweater.

The yarn wasn't the only thing that made it such a dark day. I actually started this sweater the day before, on Thanksgiving. I picked the large size figuring that's what would fit and got to knitting. Round and round and round and round. At the end of the first ball, I tried the thing on. Huge. Ginormous. Thinking back, when Staci was helping me pick out the yarn she seemed surprised that I was making the size I was. Should have listened. It's funny the things we think about our own bodies.

So, I undid the whole thing and started over a size down Friday morning. But wait - that's not all! I also managed to get the stitches twisted at the join and not catch it until I was 5 or 6 rounds into the ribbing. So I started over again.

But now things seem under control. I love knitting with this stuff -- and this heathered black color. Very soothing. And strangely familiar. Only this morning did I figure out that I'd used this exact color of Cascade 220 before.