Stranded

I am really digging the Fair Isle. Digging it with two shovels, as a good friend would say. It has not always been fun, nor has it always been pretty, but it is rewarding.

Without sounding TOO self-confident, because as we see from the Olympic Goddess herself, Stephanie, anything can happen, I do feel that I will achieve the coveted gold medal in these Olympic games.

After this and Rogue, I am going to try to get away from deadline-knitting. Too much pressure. No more knitalongs for a while, unless of course someone decides to do a knitalong for the new Socks that Rock sock club, just the good old, reliable self-imposed deadlines that I struggle enough with.