Sweaterus Interruptis

The Cobblestone for my sister (doesn't that sound as though it should be the entire name of the sweater now?) is racing toward completion. I've even managed to drag up the technique for picking up the wraps on short rows out of my overstuffed brain and am now just about into the last series of decreases and short rows. After what felt like a painfully slow start, this project is breaking land speed records now. I'm reviewing kitchenering because I want pretty underarms, I'm thinking of making a Day of Sweater Washing when I block this baby, pulling in all the hand knits for a lovely group bath, I'm imagining my sister being able to wear a hug from me. . .

Except.



Except that I only have about a meter of yarn left.

Unwilling to believe that it was true, I wandered through my yarn pit, looking for more orange tweed. I found orange yarn, and I found tweed. But I found no more of this particular orange tweed yarn. Drat.

Excitingly enough, I found a fingerless mitt that I knit for one of the little ones last year, so I suppose I'll knock out a matching one while I'm waiting for the couple more skeins of orange tweed I just ordered tonight to come. I hope I don't lose my downhill momentum while I'm waiting. I was getting pretty excited about seeing this done.

And I will update this post with pictures tomorrow. Really.