I continue to slog through the slow-going Seraphim. The rows are unbearably long and the stitch pattern has utterly failed to keep me enthralled. On the other hand, I don't think I've ever knit a more wearable shawl. It will be warm, soft beyond belief, and simple enough that I won't feel like I'm wearing a costume.
What do I have left? Only three monster rows and then the bind-off. I hope to have it finished and blocked by my knitting group on Tuesday night--but perhaps I should just hurry and finish it today. The weather is cool enough right now that I might even get to wear it this season.
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I spent yesterday afternoon knitting with a friend and chatting as our children played. Her youngest is about 16 months--walking predictably now, playing pretend (house and family) and dress-up, and saying her first words. 'Mama' and 'Dada' were words one and two. She said her third word to me as she walked into the room carrying a bag of carded fleece almost as large as she is: "WOOL?"