Making good on my threat

It's a quiet night here. Angus is snoring melodically on the couch and the Fool and Jamie are back from a weekend in Minnesota. I got to stay here. All by myself in the house. With all my various projects and not too many commitments, and some friends who came by to visit.
It was awesome.

I spent a lot of time in sweatpants, didn't do very much by way of household chores and futzed around with fabric and yarn and movies on DVD from the library.

Totally awesome. I haven't done that since before Jamie was born.

Anyway, I did reknit the neck on the Fool's sweater and blocked it and wove in the ends just in time for him to wear it on his trip. He complained a little bit, though.

FOOL: This sweater is still damp. I can't wear it.
ME: Yes, you can. It will dry from your body heat.

FOOL: It is making my shirt wet.

ME: It's not that bad. It's more Irish that way. You can pretend you were out walking around in the misty Galway night on the way home from a session.

FOOL: Mrrf.

To my relief, Blackwater Abbey still stretches vertically quite a bit, and the sleeves were much looser once we got the thing wet. The color is supposed to be a wine red, but I plead dark hallway at night.

Now I'm on to a vest I put in time out for no good reason at all.

Defying logic in knitting

I'm resurrecting an old project tonight. It's a cabled sweater from "A Fine Fleece," that I started for the Fool in Blackwater Abbey. I think it might have been a Knitting Olympics project, which should give you some idea of the timeline. When were the last Olympics?
Anyway, I knit the whole dang thing, all the way to the neckband, when I decided it didn't have much resemblance to the actual shape of the Fool, so I stuffed it in a bag to ... uh ... magically change shape as time passed. I keep telling myself Blackwater Abbey stretches out when it gets wet and I can block this thing into shape, but I still thought I'd hide from it for a year or so.

The Fool is grumbling, though, because his Starmore is wearing out at the cuffs (because he puts it on in November and doesn't take it off until spring and has been doing this for years) and so tonight, here we go, we'll see how it goes.