I've got a date this weekend with a particular pile of sweater pieces
for a hopping seaming session. They've been sitting on my little work table for a week, all blocked and dapper and wanting me to piece them together now, now, now. And as is my nature, I put it off. [Oh, seaming! For joy!] Saturday or Sunday evening, for sure. Fret not. Many kirs royals shall be imbibed to keep the party hopping. No more than three, though, lest I sew the wrists of the sleeves to the neck, or something similarly daft.
I've been putting off seaming, but not knitting. Here's another sneaky peek at the back of Carolyn
's fuzzy sweater:
Miraculously enough, I'm spot on gauge and haven't had to rip out my work once, not even a stitch. And it's mohair
. [Ripping out mohair! For joy!] I deserve a prize, so it sounds like another kir royal is in order for celebration purposes. Send TUMS.