Eight rows of pattern on one half of the yoke.
The chair for Celeste is supposed to arrive at work tomorrow. I'm hoping it does before I leave to get the kids and head out to our dental appointments.
Brain is saying, Hey, we've made some good progress on the yoke of
Avery's sweater. Let's stay up until it's done! Body is saying, Are you
NUTS? We have a job, remember? That place with the nice people and the
great deli on the parking level? The place that gives us money for
electricity and hot water and Nutella and yarn? Nope. We can do one more
row, and then it's lights out. Capisce?
(Thanks to my friend Tan for the spelling lesson.)
Over and out.
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