Well, I've made it to the end of the third week of isolation. I don't know how long you all have been isolating, but we're doing great. I had a bit of a wobble at the beginning of the week because apparently Pandemic Stress wants to give me new nightmares, but I'm doing better now.
Last week I started knitting Wild Sky, which has been in my queue since Cory released it, and I thought I had the perfect yarn for it in the form of this mystery skein my friend Annika sent me when she destashed a bunch of her yarn. The color is great, it's got great bounce, and I really thought this was going to be an easy project.
Except, of course, there's not enough yarn. I'm three repeats in, of the written four, and that little ball that's left isn't even enough for all the crown decreases, never mind a whole extra repeat before that. I'm super bummed, because I've been looking forward to this project and now I'll have to find another yarn that ticks all the same boxes this skein did.
Looking forward to this project so much and having it not work out because of factors beyond my control feels a bit on the nose right now.
Yesterday I made cinnamon rolls for my sister, who has taken over doing my laundry during the pandemic so I don't have to be exposed to the laundromat. She's also a CNA at our town's nursing home, so she's a champ on many, many fronts, and she absolutely deserves her favorite baked goods.
You all look great. Whatever you're doing with your hair? Is working for you. Sending all my love, etc.