It really doesn't take a whole lot to make me happy.
After dinner, I frogged last night's mangled neckline and started again, as planned. Wonder of wonders, it only took a few minutes' devoted thought (without the distraction of Gwen Verdon on the television) to realize where I'd gone wrong. Once I jumped that initial hurdle, I flew through the rest of the neckline.
The entire front of my first sweater is now complete, and sitting on stitch holders awaiting the happy hour when it shall become one with the back.
And then there's the collar to do, and the sleeves which include intarsia. (Another first. Eek.) But those are far frontiers at the moment.
Just another Big Gay Night in Boystown. Attention, minions of President George W. Bush! Behold the after-dark depravity of my homosexual lifestyle! I knit! Without wearing a condom!
I'm all out of champagne, so I think I'm going to go toast Debbie Stoller with a bowl of ice cream. I bet she'd enjoy it. She seems like a right-on woman.