I've had a rotten day, knitwise and otherwise. There's been ripping out, backing up, and breaking of plates.
Well, one plate, and that was an accident. I still ate the steak, mostly out of spite.
(me) "You wanna fall?? You like it there on the floor?? Let's see how you like Hydrochloric Acid! Ha!"
Don't worry. I know enough about microorganisms to know how to cook a steak what fell on the floor. Not that it's something I do often, mind. More about my craptastic day on my LJ possibly tomorrow if I can't get to it tonight.
I told Becky that I was going to go home, crawl in bed, and feel fat, lazy, and unaccomplished. She begged to differ:
"No, you're going to go home, crawl in bed, and feel svelt, sexy, and like you kicked butt."
Dang, I hate it when she does that.
I had to rip out a section of the Left front and redo it so that the neck matched the right front. For reference, compare with previous pictures of the finished L. front. I must have either been drinking or frelling insane or both when I read the pattern. I was supposed to do 7" or 11 1/2 pattern repeats, but instead I did 7 1/2 pattern repeats. So that side was a low-necked sweatah (Go on home, Loretta).
That ickle scrap of knitting you see in the pictures there, that's sleeve #1. I briefly considered two sleeves at once, but decided it would be too heavy.
Just the sleeves and make-up to go. Whatcha think, stst buttonband with a facing like the bottom edge? Mebbe.
BTW, I did my best to find a clean place to photograph my knitting, but ended up throwing a blanket over the pile of clean laundry on the couch. In fact, one or more of the lumps in the pictures may be my underthings rolled up into balls like I do.