knit what? purl who?

Some stitch markers with no dang dangle. I'll admit to having lost most of my little plastic ones in couch cushions and dog bellies.

The red sweater for my mother is at the seamstress (otherwise known as my friend Tina with the working sewing machine who is capable of sewing in a straight line.) being prepared for the big steek. I used a crochet steek for my wool sweaters, but since this one is cotton/silk, I figured I'd better machine steek it.

It's been really hot this week (like 106 degrees) and it's wildfire city around here, not the right setting for a picture of the brown sweater. Someday, people (Secretly, I'm hoping to be a size 4 before I take the picture. It could happen).

I've started over with the purple yarn that was to be for the jacket worked in rounds. I think I may have to rip it out again. It fits, but isn't the fit I really wanted, and to be honest, I'm feeling a little schizophrenic about what I want it to look like in the first place. There is a pattern in the Rebecca magazine that might be the thing, but I CAN"T FIND THE MAGAZINE! My significant other works nights (and , duh, sleeps all day) so I can't go on a giant cursing, screaming, rip the house apart rampage like I really want. And I still have to find the right thing for my lovely Malabrigo. The Mystery Stole is working out all right, I'm finished with the first clue. If my printer had ink in it I would have printed out the second clue and statered working on it and would have just bought some more plastic stitch markers. Instead, I am making a hundred little stitch markers (which are totally cuter than the plastic kind) and brooding over the purple sweater and the missing Rebecca magazine. And the dogs are pouting because they want to go for a W-A-L-K. What a weekend.