I have two drawings due at Interweave tomorrow morning. I'm supposed to spend the day at the drawing board, living on handfuls of granola and pausing only to pee into a bucket. So don't tell them about this, okay?
I finished knitting the three pieces of Abigail's Norwegian pullover earlier in the week. This morning, I felt compelled to wash and block them in preparation for sewing and cutting the steeks. And then I felt equally compelled to take a picture and show you.
I'm happy I decided to try out this sort of sweater on a small scale. It's fun as a barrel of Viggos, but I definitely need practice. Though my colorwork is fair-to-middling, there are passages I wouldn't want to submit for examination by a panel of feisty, armed Norwegians.
Alrighty, I'm going to go back to the drawing board. And if you squeal to Interweave, I'm sending Dolores to your house to deliver a lavishly illustrated lecture entitled, "Mary Had a Little Lamb: Fetish, Sensuality and the Erotics of the Modern Sheep" to your children.