Another row of I-cord is done, another row of I, knit four down, slip it around, another row of I-cord is done.
I’d forgotten how mind numbing I-cord knitting was and then I started singing that little ditty and then I couldn’t get it out of my head. Thank goodness knitting hubby came home last night to rescue me from the I-cord tedium! He has the cashmerino shoulder stole for Graham’s beautiful girlfriend almost done. I’ll see if I can snap a picture of her in it this weekend.
Chris -> Day 2 report: “Unlucky” is still by the office door.