Kevin insists that my new sweater looks awesome on me. He says it does not look lumpy. However, I don’t think he managed to look any lower (or higher) than my boobs. Which, actually, isn’t a bad thing.

So, after I put on major tummy control garments, I agreed to have a picture taken. And then, we went to Bennigan’s. They have a new Buffalo Chicken Salad that is quite good.

I wonder how many blog posts I can get out of this one sweater?

Here is the finished sweater - Audrey, from Rowan 35.  I slept until noon this morning.   And Kevin has banned all knitting today, because my left hand hurts.   And my left arm.  But only when I try to close my left hand.   Heh.  But, its worth it to be done:

It does fit, but I’m not sure I like how I look in it.  The neckband is lovely, but my stomach is a bit poochy, and my boobs end up looking huge.   So, no picture of me in it yet.

Oh, and Katie and I did finally make up, and she helped me get to the end.

You’ll notice that she’s sitting on the second half of the book, leaving the pattern visible.  Very helpful!

It is 3:39 am, US Central Time, and I am DONE with my Olympic Knitting project, Audrey.

Yes, its blocked.  The ends are weaved in.  The lace collar is perfect.   It’s done, done, done, done.

I promise pictures tomorrow, whenever I wake up.  I’m tempted to go wake up Kevin and demand that he appreciate my success, but that might be pushing it. 

MEOW!

meow meeeeeeeeeeow meow meow!   meow!

MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  meow meow meow meow ASLEEP!

meow meow CRABBY meow meow meow MEEEEEEEOW!

meow meow MINE meow meow meow!   meow!

meow meow:

YUM!

Translation:  Gail can’t talk about Katie not being a good team mate because she fell asleep last night while working on the sleeves, and slept for 2 hours.  Gail will never finish at that rate.

And Katie will sit where she likes, especially since Gail is so mean.

And she’d like to eat those birds.

So, I come out of retirement, right, to do this Knitting Olympics thing?   Mainly because Katie wanted to.   And we practice.  And we train.   She’s gotten good at sitting on my lap without sitting on the yarn, my project, or the directions.  And its crunch time - other human/cat pairs have finished.  Every second counts.  And what does she do?

SHE SITS ON THE PATTERN.

Can I see through her furry butt?  I don’t THINK SO.   I pointed this out to her, and that started a MASSIVE glaring contest.

Is this the action of a kitty fully invested in our Knitting Olympic Parternship?   I don’t THINK SO.   So, I’m not talking to her.   And she’s being all pissy, and refused to even LOOK at me as I walked past.   She should just apologize.  I can’t believe she SAT on the directions.

We’ll be lucky to finish at this rate, with her evil furry butt sitting on the instructions ways.  How am I supposed to finish the sleeves if I don’t know how long they are supposed to be?  Huh?  Huh?