If there’s anything cuter than a chin-high Irish woman, all pleased about spotting another knitter on the train, wishing me “Happy knitting!” I don’t know what it is.
In other news, I have finished two sleeves of the sweater for the boyfriend, screwed up cast-on twice and soldiered through about five inches of the bottom edge. God bless stockinette in chunky yarn, it’s like the sweater’s knitting itself!
Also, I made a thing! An owl! Which had been sitting around unfinished in my living room reproachfully staring at me for weeks, which is a misleading thing to say since all it was waiting on was a beak and some eyes. He will get mailed off to a friend soon, but in the meantime, I like squishing him.