Greetings from the eye!
My coat and I have been in an uneasy truce for a few weeks now. I would keep my distance and it would taunt me with how much was left to do, but not actually attack me and force me to finish it. Then came Sandy. Sandy is a nor'easter with a chewy hurricane center and I am holed up waiting for it to pass, thank you very much. I've been having fun on the weather sites -- the picture below is a comparison from the WSJ on the relatives sizes of Irene (last year) and Sandy (right now) (the map is continuous -- you just can't see the East Coast anymore - click on the link and you can play with the maps too!)
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| Irene vs. Sandy |
Anyhow, I'm fine. (I just like exciting charts and graphics) I also opened the window, got a bit damp and decided that maybe this would be a good time to finish the coat. It smells like winter.
I'm currently working on the bi-swing back and setting the sleeves properly. To say the material doesn't want to cooperate with the gathering and easing in would be a laughable understatement of ginormous proportion. The sleeves mock me. They get together (behind my back, no less, conspiring with the bi-swing gussets) and talk about their plans to rebel.
I will vanquish them.
Heck, even if I loose power I will vanquish them. By candlelight, by flashlight and by the madness burning inside my eyes, I will vanquish them.
Take that sleeves.
Eep!! Be safe out there, and we'll see you and your coat soon!
ReplyDeleteHave you vanquished those sleeves yet? Tell them you'll feed them to Sandy if they misbehave!
ReplyDeleteHope you're ok!