Yeah, it’s pretty much all stockinette, but she’s not that big, it won’t take that long. And in all fairness it hasn’t. I have completed 3 of the 4 tiers. But since this skirt is worked top down, and there are increases at the end of every tier, the last one just fits on my longest circ. It seems to be going much, much s-l-o-w-e-r- than the first three.
And I have at least 2 396 730 000 rounds left to do. Or 26, whichever comes first. But it’s not just the plain old stockinette that is bothering me. That can be overcome with a decent movie. It’s this.
171 yards of sqooshy yumminess; handspun by my lovely Sarah, just for me, despite the fact that I send her a billion stupid emails everyday, pester her to pick up my kid, drag her along on fibre quests and make her test my patterns. The yarn is calling to me to be made into something, and yarn that good can’t just be stuffed in a box.
But if I start something new, soon it will actually be warm, Punky will be squeaking for her new skirt and it won’t be done, despite my having knit about a mile of stockinette.
I must be strong, must resist the call of the yarn! 26 rows, suck it up, you can do it! So I go into the kitchen to knit, where I spy on the counter, this!
Dagnabbit, who put that Noro there?