It's at the Shop

Mr. Camera Fixer says it's the focusing gear that's broken. He also says, "Cross my palm with silver," and "It will take a week . . . or two."

So it's just my sparkling prose I have to offer.

Around here, things are just the same as ever. I was almost done, done, I tell you, with the first sleeve for "Cabaret." I was chortling to myself. I actually had thoughts like "Sweater Island isn't so bad; I'll be able to wear this in no time!" I was so cocky that I dated the start of the sleeves, hoping for an impressive "to finish" date. For me, it's the knitting equivalent of wearing a pointy copper hat in an electrical storm and mocking the weather gods.

Up I went, all the way to the final weird shoulder shaping on the sleeve, and didn't have the right number of stitches, although I had the right number of increases and decreases. I've even been checking everything off on that piece of paper with the date. So, back to the pattern I went. [The pattern was taking a vacation in Thing 1's room. This explains why I sent out a frantic email asking if anyone had a copy of the Summer '94 IK. This also explains why I've been spending some quality cleaning time in Thing 1's room, right along with her. We found a few books we'd been reading aloud too. And the lasagne pan. The mind boggles.]

The pattern contained a little line before the cunning raglan decreases: "At the start of next 2 rows, bind off 3 stitches."

Oh.

Well, most of the raglan decreases were done at the dentist's yesterday and I have the final cap on my tooth. I guess it won't hurt much to redo it under different circumstances.