How is that the older I get, the less able I am to eat without dropping crumbs in my cleavage?
In other, less crumb-y news, last Friday night I cast on a Tangled Yoke cardigan out of my Tallulah handspun. Last night, I finished the body part, and started the sleeves. (Since this is a yoke sweater, I'm farther from being finished than it sounds.)
I have to say, I'm in love. This sweater is on size 4 US needles, and I am making serious progress. (Really, the only thing slowing me down is doing two sleeves at a time. I'm getting faster.) I have my next yoke sweater (out of handspun) planned, and a third one that I'm considering designing. I might be a fickle knitter, but when I'm infatuated with something, I'm unstoppable.
Gotta go. Sleeves await me.
"I might be a fickle knitter, but when I'm infatuated with something, I'm unstoppable."
ReplyDeleteIsn't that just the bestest about knitting?
And what escapes my cleavage, usually lands somewhere in the same vicinity, only on the outside where it will inevitably stain what I'm wearing! How about designing an adult size bib? :=)
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing your Tallulah sweater as I know it's going to be gorgeous!!!
Yes, the crumbs are annoying. That issue is the only reason I don't curse my chest freckles.
ReplyDeleteOhhh!! I can't wait to see the finished sweater! I bet it's going to be so great....from your own handspun...
ReplyDeleteI get so many crumbs down there (and occasional whole pieces of popcorn or goldfish crackers) that my old roommate used to call my cleavage my food shelf.
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