my own private Everest

Did you know I was knitting a Veste Everest?

I hardly knew, myself. I cast on last Saturday, I think. Or was it Sunday? I don’t remember anymore. Around and around in the round I went, cabling ribbing cabling ribbing. While the original Veste Everest pattern was knit flat, I wanted to do the body in the round to better gauge (I slay me) the fit of the body because while I did do a washed gauge swatch, I didn’t have time to reknit if there was a tragic lying swatch incident. So.

So far it’s been great, though, and today, after adding an extra repeat over that called for in the pattern, which I find weird since I have a short torso but I digress, I finally split for the front and back with the armhole decreases.

One unforeseen result of the split, or really, a foreseeable one if I didn’t have my brain in Brazil and my body here, is that my poor numb brain has been having trouble handling the switch from in the round knitting to back and forth knitting. Despite my best efforts to fail, though, so far so good. And that’s about all you can ask for, I think.

Knittingwise.

I’d really like my brain cells and my consciousness back, though. I mean, I’m happy that my friend had surgery and she feels better, but what about me! Antibiotics are both good and crappy. I feel better than I did but jeez I’m tired of being sick. Wah wah. Sorry.