My husband came downstairs this morning while I was paying bills. He looked a bit miffed. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"I just figured out how you played me."
"Huh?" I responded, looking perfectly innocent, because, naturally, I never play him.
"I'm talking about the attic. I just figured out why you really wanted that door," he elaborated. He doesn't usually read my blog, so I continued to look innocent. "I looked in that closet where you keep your yarn. It's completely full." I just stared at him blankly. "There is no more room for yarn in the closet. That's why you wanted to get into the attic." He looked triumphant. I just grinned foolishly.
In other news, here's Prosperous.
Isn't it lovely? I continue to love the yarn and the pattern. Last night, I finished the front shaping and, following the directions, tried it on to determine how long to make the straps. I made this with a 32 inch chest, because the designer recommended 4 inches of negative ease, and I have a 36 inch chest. I was a little surprised, then, that it was so loose around the chest. I was expecting clingy. I got drapey. I took it off and checked the measurements. 32 inches. I checked my gauge. 19 stitches to four inches, exactly as it should be. I checked the pattern. Yep--four inches of negative ease recommended. I looked at the work in progress expectantly for a little while, waiting for it to tell me why it was so loose. Finally, out of ideas, I decided to measure my bust. Not that I thought that would tell me anything. I am a 36. I've been a 36 for twenty years. My bras are all 36's. I always knit for a 36 inch bust. I got out my tape measure and wrapped it around my chest. Over my shirt. Over my (lightly padded) bra. Just as I thought...34 inches. Wait. I must have measured wrong. Re-wrap, checking the position of the tape. 34 inches. Get my glasses, because I must be reading this wrong. 34 inches.
34 inches. I am 5'11". 34 inches? That's ridiculous! Where did the other two inches go? Did they disappear while I was sleeping? Are they on vacation in Mexico? I looked in the mirror. I wrapped the tape measure around my hips. Nope. They haven't left. They've just moved south. Damn.