Being sick and too tired to do anything more with my house, I’ve returned to Abby’s sweater, extremely thankful that I’m not too sick to knit. Really, this is the perfect illness. (Perhaps I should thank you, Hayden). I legitimately have to sit and do nothing, or I break into a sweat and gasp for breath. But if I’m sitting still, I feel pretty decent.

I’m 24 rows away from the cap shaping, so I should be able to finish and block the pieces today. However, I’ve lost one of the fronts. I don’t know where it went, but I’m going to be looking under couches when it comes time for blocking. This cardigan seems to be a floor dweller. There’s always a piece of it somewhere, being walked on. I never see it get up and walk off on its own, but I’m sure it does. It’s just sneaky about it.

As for the curtains… I got well into them before the major fatigue set in the other day. They look awful right now. I feel like a no talent klutz when I sew. All thumbs. I think they’ll end up being ok, but I need to rip a side and re-sew it, because it’s puckering weird. The silky fabric and the rubbery liner behave differently under the foot of my machine. The side that was rubber-up didn’t want to feed through well, so I’m going to have to flip it over and sew it upside down so the feed dogs move the liner through smoothly. And despite my math and accurate measuring, the length is disappearing before my eyes. I don’t know how, but I’m glad I erred on the side of long, because they’re going to end up being just long enough.

Now back to Abby’s sweater and the Beatles. Wailing guitar is announcing the beginning of “Revolution”, and I’m going to go rock out. In my chair of course, so I don’t pass out.

“… we all want to change the world.”