That's it, I'm sleeving

Heh heh…knitting humor…ahem…

Look! I finished the first sleeve of Captain Adventure's Lillehammer on the train this morning! I even ran in all the ends!



I feel so accomplished and some junk…except that I forgot my DPNs so how I think I'm going to start the next sleeve is a bit beyond me. I may have to {gasp!} not knit all the way home tonight.

I KNOW. I'm not sure I can survive, either. I tried to do a magic loop with the circular needles I do have with me, but there are two problems with this:

1) There are only 46 stitches cast on. They practically can't even fit on the needle part of the circulars, let alone by any stretch of the imagination, um, stretch. Even with the magic loops jutting out on either side of it like butterfly wings. It's so awkward I'm not sure I wouldn't make better progress by just waiting until I'm home and starting over.

b) They're the wrong size. Which should be a show-stopper right there but who ever let a little thing like {pfffft!} wrong-sized needles stop them? Not this knitter. So I'm all trying to figure out how many stitches I'd need to not cast on, and how many fewer rows I'd need to do in the rib, to end up with approximately the same size cuff. Which might take me the entire trip home, at which point I will be able to just use the right flippin' DPNs instead of attempting to do all kinds of alchemy around how to increase an extra ten stitches or so without it looking, well, stupid. You know, to balance out the fact that I had to cast on ten fewer to get…never mind.

Yeah. I'm kind of thinking…I should stick with working on the laptop all the way home. Hey, here's a thought: I could actually do work-work. Because I do have Friday off work, which oddly hasn't changed the due dates of anything (Dear MegaBank, in future I would greatly appreciate it if you could put all data migrations and mergers on hold for a period of not less than three days before and after any planned time off I have on the calendar, thanks in advance, all my love, Me.), and therefore any extra time spent, you know, work-working…would be a good thing.

Eeeeeeeeeyeah…

Nah!

BECAUSE, I was blathering non-stop at talking to my husband about the whole "yarn would 'only' be $121 but I'm kind of thinking that might be stupid considering I have half the WNP (wooly national product) of Australia in bags and boxes all over the house as it is, but see, thing is, I don't have anything that is the right weight for these sweaters, or the right color, and the chances that I could dye 8,000 yards of yarn the "right" red all in one dye lot given the constraints of my "dedicated amateur" equipment (better than many, not awesome like someone who does this stuff as a full-time career) are, like, pffffft, yeah right – I mean, they'd be close(ish) and all, but they wouldn't be exact which might be fine, you know, if I could get enough for each individual sweater done in one go (and that should be do-able, sure) but see if the thing is that these are supposed to be matchy-matchy sweater, well…"

I know. Everybody is wishing they were married to me, so they too could be listening to this kind of faaaaaaaaascinating stuff at 5:15 on a Tuesday morning before they'd even gotten their coffee because the woman doing the blathering was making the coffee as she blathered. Awesome!

…the only thing better is when I've already read my Wall Street Journal and have a few Items I want to discuss…

Anyway, as I was (slowly) working my way around to not making the matchy-matchy sweater because it was stupid and I wasn't sure I could really justify the yarn purchase and all, my husband suddenly said, in tones that brooked no denial, "Buy the yarn. You have to make the sweaters. You have to. I want us to have the sweaters. Buy the yarn."

He may have put a certain word or two indicating great emphasis before the word 'yarn.'

You know, like, "gosh darned." Or possibly "danged."

So I've got a KnitPicks order to figure out and place. BWAHAHAHAHAHA… {ahem}, I mean, which I will do solemnly and only because I have been told I have to…