The only thing I didn't finish this week was The Help. Lucy and I got to come to New Jersey early, where there are lots of people who like to play with her while I knit.
I conquered Pete's sweater a few days ago. Just picture it. After I dutifully knitted three extra inches onto the body and added about an inch to the armholes, I was finally ready to attach the sleeves. Oddly, they weren't matching up. I scoured the internet. Somewhere deep in a forum on Ravelry, the author of the book mentioned offhandedly that the errata on the publisher's website is wrong.
Oh, do you mean the errata that I checked before I got started, like a good little knitter? The errata that I corrected inside my copy of the book? Yes, that errata.
All that ran through my mind was Miss Hannigan from Annie yelling,
"Kill, KILL, KILL."
Thankfully it was a quick fix--I just had to frog a little of the saddle shoulders back and reknit them.
Unfortunately I don't have a husband to put it on right now. Don't worry. He didn't divorce me because of the reverse sweater curse. He is driving down later today. As I worked on his sweater, I texted him updates.
"I love you! your sweater has half a sleeve attached so far. ps I intend to give you regular updates on this front."
"UNSUBSCRIBE! UNSUBSCRIBE! Just kidding. I'll enjoy the updates."
"You have unsubscribed from this conversation and all the knitting that results. If you change your mind, please remember that it is too late and you will likely freeze to death in a store-bough acrylic sweater."hat that I whipped up for Lucy.
...as a chew toy.