I think I'm going insane. Either that, or my mind has figured out a way to deal with the monotony and relative clumsiness of purl rows: for the past three rows, I have literally not remembered purling them, and yet there they are! It's like purl-crazy fairies are visiting my apartment and frolicking in my knitting.
Dudes, frolic away. I'm at that stretch of scarf knitting where the love is wearing off--about 1/2 done, with yet another 20 hours of work ahead of me before I hit FOLand. (Yeah, I'm not the fastest knitter. But you know what they say about boats and the motion of the ocean.) Plus, I like my scarves really long, so that means I've got a little bit over an obscene amount of knit to go. I would show you pictures, but apparently between moving to Israel and then moving from one apartment to another, I've lost the CDROM for installing the camera. I've got the cords, though, so maybe it will still work? I'd love to show pictures of my city. And the three pashminas I bought in the Old City today for 90 shekel.
(That'st a little bit over 20 bucks, by the way. And they're gaw-jus.)
L'hitraot,
J
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