I've got Lucy's new raspberry sweater on the needles after all. Up until yesterday, I was sailing through the lace and feeling like the boss of my knitting. Working from the chart, reading my stitches like a champ--even memorizing the repeats. Alas! Pride goeth before a frog. I misplaced a buttonhole and thought I could drop down and fix it instead of tinking back. After spending the entire afternoon trying to repair the unraveled edge, I decided to quit while I was behind and just go back a few rows. This morning I'm still making up the difference. Still, it is going to be a charming sweater.
I'm ready to delve into Middlemarch, but was hoping to find a good audiobook rendition. After sampling them on iTunes, I fell in love with two of the narrators--for the abridged versions. I'll give the Audible gal another listen. I'm sure she'll be fine. It's exciting to start this giant classic. I told Pete the other day that I just want to read my new favorite book. Any recommendations?