I was making this for my boss' soon-to-be-born grandbaby, based on the Elizabeth Zimmerman February Baby Sweater pattern. Here's a better version -- the lace pattern is too much for me though, so I changed it to straight stockinette.
And I say "was" making it, because now it is nothing more than a pile of balled up Pepto-colored yarn. I ripped the whole thing out last night -- it just wasn't right. Its supposed to fit a 9-month-old, and it would maybe have fit a newborn baby. Boo. Will try again with bigger needles and more patience. Right now, me and this used-t0-be-a-sweater are spending some time apart.
Steven would like to take this opportunity to show you how clean and beautiful the apartment has become, and all as a result of his hard work. (Well, actually this was yesterday, but who's counting? It's still moderately clean....). Also, Steven would like to mention that a clean apartment will better showcase a certain newly-purchased technological item.
So I'm enjoying our sparkly clean apartment, and I'm reading a book that comes highly recommended from a dear, dear friend. Jenn has been raving about this book ever since it came out, and I've just now gotten a chance to sit down and read it. I'm currently in the part of the book set in Italy, and now I want to go to Italy.
All of this being-done-with-the-bar-exam-and-being-a-grown-up is hard work. I'm exhausted and its only Tuesday. Whoever decided that people should work from 9 to 7ish? I am not a fan. I think they probably only work from like 10 AM to 3 PM in Italy. And they take breaks for espresso. And linguine. And cannoli. And then more espresso.
My kind of place.