Remember what I said about finishing that sweater in one weekend? Well, that didn't happen. It got put away in favour of listening to a fellow play his guitar in my living room until 8 AM and then sleeping all day. Not what I had at all planned, but fun nonetheless.
But over a couple evenings, I merrily whipped down one sleeve, and didn't even mind being caught in that knitting vortex where it feels like I've been knitting forever, but haven't actually achieved any length. I never worry about that, because the next time I pick it up, I'll be two inches past where I meant to stop.
That didn't happen, though. I was at a friend's cottage last weekend, and the sleeve was perfect. I ribbed for two inches and then cast off.
I am no fool. To keep my mojo going, I picked up the stitches and knitted on the other sleeve until I ran out of yarn (the last skein was left at home, and I didn't want to pack my ball winder and swift).
So, Sunday night, I was happily curled up on the couch with Edgar; watching The Golden Compass on TV. I happened to look down at what I was doing. And noticed that the last skein is a completely different colour. Completely.
As in, more brown than purple, though this isn't the greatest photo.
So, now I have to rip out the finished sleeve and then work alternating rows. Shit. For an easy sweater in bulky yarn, this sure is taking a long time.