Ow.
Yanno, I’m just don’t think I’m ever going to be a cotton fan. Knitting with the cotton ends up just killing my hands. And since my hands are a necessary component to my relationship to my work laptop, I need to slow down with the cotton.
I’m working on a baby cap in an random skein of Manos Cotton Striat in a nice neutral shade of aqua. It’ll be soft and drapy and fantastic, but it’s going to be slow going because I can only do two or three rounds (a whoppin’ 70 sts each) before my hands seize and I have to put it down. I’m alternating a few rows of hat, a few rows of sock, and a few pages of stuff online.
HP7? Done. About as I had expected, and I enjoyed it for what it was. Watching the fallout on the intarwebs though = hysterically funny. Seriously. I <3 fandom, but HP is batshit insane. The Potterdamerung is well underway. It’s spectacular!
Also, thank you to everyone who dropped by with birthday wishes!! I’ve since discovered that while yes, Godiva dipped strawberries = awesome, champagne and I are not so mixey. At least, not in that volume in that time period. Ow.
Happy Monday, if there is such a thing! :D