I Was Joking!

When I said I was going to re-name this baby sweater the 50 hour sweater, I was only joking.  Turns out the last laugh was on me.

There I was, done with the sleeves and working on the body -- only a few rows from the hem, just a chugging along mighty proud of myself when I noticed it.  Way back up nearly to the beginning, a tiny little error I'd made. 

Heavy sighhhhh...  

At first, I started to leave it.  It's so small, they'd never even notice it, I told myself.  But no.  

I'm not going to have my first great-nephew being carried around in a defective sweater, so I did what any good great-aunt would do, I sent the whole thing to the frog pond and started over.   OK, I did try to fix the error first, but ended up messing up more than I corrected, and it was only a few rows in anyway, so I took the better part of valor.  

Good thing I'm a process knitter. 

I must say, it's going a whole lot more smoothly this time, too.  I've already gotten back to the part where I start increasing for the sleeves.  

 I'd thought about doing the next one with the Baby Surprise Jacket pattern by Elizabeth Zimmerman, but alas, the one book of hers I have doesn't have that pattern in it.  Oh, well.  If I can find the book that has the pattern I knit for my nephew -- the baby's dad-- I'll make him one of those.  I think I know where it is.

In other news, the cat has been getting into some burrs somewhere.  I comb them out of her fur, then she goes right back out and gets more stuck all over her.  I'd just leave them, but she acts like they make her uncomfortable.  She hasn't been herself these last two days.  She even slept in the bed with me last night, and slept all night.  She lay still, didn't walk all over my head, and didn't knock a single thing off my nightstand.  

I thought at first she'd gotten herself hurt again, but I can't find any wounds on her.  Maybe the weather has gotten her down.  I know I'm about tired of it being rainy.  And guess what it's doing right now?  It's thundering.  

The rain hasn't started yet, but it should soon.  We'll get a couple of sunny days next week, then more rain will move in by next weekend.  I don't know when the landscaper is going to be able to come what with all this rain. 

He might as well just dump some mud in my yard, because that's what it's going to end up being. 

OH, there's Weatherman Matt on my phone warning me of the heavy precipitation approaching my area.  I guess I'll batten down the hatches and watch some Miss Austen on PBS.  The app, that is.  

Laters.