It seems silly to write things about cardigans after twenty children were slaughtered in an act of selfish Godlessness. I really have no words about that and simply refuse to put on the TV or take part in it, in any way. So having said my piece, I will share the mundane and the trivial.
I had to drop a ridiculous amount of stitches to go and correct what was not so much a dropped stitch but a missed stitch. I mean really. This sleeve has been more work than it needed to be.
And although the sleeve is done and I am deep into the yoke of this garment, it's still very flawed. Two of the cables are the incorrect length. One is two stitches too long and one is two stitches too short. Ridiculous.
By the way, if anyone is looking for a book recommendation, try "The Bat" by Jo Nesbo. Incredibly gripping and just a good, good book. Those Scandinavians clearly spend all those dark months holed up in garrets practising their scribbling.
(For the record, 'practising' is spelt correctly, but not American. Maybe I should just change it. No matter how I spell it, somebody is going to look at it and go, "Look. She can't spell/type." I should let this go.)
Work today. And lots of it. It's been a week for the ages. People entering this world, people leaving it. All sorts of sadness and difficulty around. Funny how Christmas highlights that. Easter is our sad holiday and yet people are full of joy, it's typically spring etc. Christmas is our happy holiday and yet it's in the hardest season and so often seems to be difficult.
Somebody wise once told me that all things in life are the opposite of what they you think they are. I suspect that's true. Not convenient, but true.