I had a flashback on Friday night when I tuned in to Ice Wars for the visual and auditory accompaniment to my knitting -- right back to February, Williamsro, and the excitement of the Olympics, knitting and otherwise. ; ) I tuned in late, but may I just say that Brian Boitano is still elegance and perfection on skates; that Kurt Browning is one of the most charismatic, talented and entertaining showmen who ever strapped on a blade; and that I wish that darn way-back machine would work because Scott Hamilton never failed to both amuse and inspire, but he's a pretty good announcer, too. Dick Button has gotten on a nerve or two of late, but I can't really imagine figure skating without him -- he's been the voice since I began watching as a little girl.
It's been almost 10 months, then, since I asked that age-old question: Does this sweater make my butt look big?
Truthfully, after my short-lived (life got in the way), celebratory, post-Olympic party, flushed with victory and wondering what to do next, I became more and more unhappy with Williamsro each time I pulled it on. I'd been warned about the tendency of Cash Iroha to relax and grow and that certainly did happen. I'd always been just a little bit unhappy with the number of stitches picked up for that bottom part knit in the Blossom, too. I've talked about doing it over, possibly even knitting it just a wee bit shorter. I don't think it made my butt look big in February, but I think it does now (granted, I think my but actually is a little bigger now).
I am wearing it today. It's the coldest day of the year so far -- wind chill in the single-digit-below-zero area this morning and thank god there wasn't much wind -- and I do believe it's the warmest sweater I have. (I wore St. Brigid yesterday -- I try to wear it once a week, unless I have an opportunity to wear it more where I won't be running into the same people. I wear it as much as I can, would wear it everyday if I could, and I may need to knit myself another Aran soon.) It's not as bad as I remembered. It may be that more than just my butt are a little bigger, despite the months-long dalliance with Weight Watchers. Whatever. That's obviously not bothering me enough to do anything about it except for the occasional whine.
In conclusion: I am warm and toasty today; the Cash Iroha pills a bit more than I think an expensive yarn should; I'd still like to re-knit the bottom Blossom part (that'll be a big pain in my big ol' butt to frog); I think Williamsro would be wonderful in a 100% wool yarn; I have the rejected, redder Blossom that I bought in NYC that
would love to must knit into the vest I saw at Julia's yesterday that I can't believe I never, ever saw anywhere before!
You can see in today's (in the bathroom) picture that there's still a bandaged finger -- a different one than yesterday. I can still knit, though sometimes clumsy, and it's due to nothing other than our recent, sudden, but not unexpected cold, dry weather. Cracking, peeling, splitting, ouch. I can knit well enough that I should have all the pieces to Coup d'Etat set to block tomorrow. ; )