Yarn Over...and over and over and over...

Thank you all for your comments about Orange. I've decided to leave it the way it is, since that seems to be the weight of opinion, and I do love it. I have learned, in the most difficult possible ways, that if something is working and you're happy, it's best not to mess with it. Change is not always improvement, and more is not always better.

Sometimes, though, more is simply necessary. Case in point:

Icarus is coming along swimmingly. After ten thousand repetitions, I have finally stopped making mistakes (oh, I shouldn't have said that). I'm guessing after another ten thousand repetitions, I will probably be knitting this in my sleep. And you know what? I love it. Why did it never occur to me before that knitting a shawl means no button bands, no sewing, and maybe four ends to weave in? It's as portable as a sock (for now) but with only one circular needle, and this pattern is as mindlessly relaxing as plain stockinette, but less monotonous. How cool!

Unfortunately, it occurs to me that posting picture after picture of Icarus in progress ("Here it is at six inches; now it's seven inches; look, eight inches!") could get a little boring for you guys. So, just for you and with absolutely no selfish motives whatsoever, I ordered a new pattern yesterday. And two knitting books. And some handpainted blue faced leicester. And some Sea Silk. See the lengths I'll go to for you? But since none of it has arrived yet, I can't show you. Does that make me a yarn tease?

(And Maureen? Yeah, hubby cooks. Sometimes he even cleans. That might be because I told him that foreplay to me means he does the dishes. Works for both of us.)