I had a flashback on Friday night when I tuned in to Ice Wars for the visual and auditory accompaniment to my knitting -- right back to February, Williamsro, and the excitement of the Olympics, knitting and otherwise. ; ) I tuned in late, but may I just say that Brian Boitano is still elegance and perfection on skates; that Kurt Browning is one of the most charismatic, talented and entertaining showmen who ever strapped on a blade; and that I wish that darn way-back machine would work because Scott Hamilton never failed to both amuse and inspire, but he's a pretty good announcer, too. Dick Button has gotten on a nerve or two of late, but I can't really imagine figure skating without him -- he's been the voice since I began watching as a little girl.
It's been almost 10 months, then, since I asked that age-old question: Does this sweater make my butt look big?
It's very timely, too, that an email from blogless, lurking, fellow Wisconsinite Angie arrived wherein she asked about Williamsro.
Truthfully, after my short-lived (life got in the way), celebratory, post-Olympic party, flushed with victory and wondering what to do next, I became more and more unhappy with Williamsro each time I pulled it on. I'd been warned about the tendency of Cash Iroha to relax and grow and that certainly did happen. I'd always been just a little bit unhappy with the number of stitches picked up for that bottom part knit in the Blossom, too. I've talked about doing it over, possibly even knitting it just a wee bit shorter. I don't think it made my butt look big in February, but I think it does now (granted, I think my but actually is a little bigger now).
I am wearing it today. It's the coldest day of the year so far -- wind chill in the single-digit-below-zero area this morning and thank god there wasn't much wind -- and I do believe it's the warmest sweater I have. (I wore St. Brigid yesterday -- I try to wear it once a week, unless I have an opportunity to wear it more where I won't be running into the same people. I wear it as much as I can, would wear it everyday if I could, and I may need to knit myself another Aran soon.) It's not as bad as I remembered. It may be that more than just my butt are a little bigger, despite the months-long dalliance with Weight Watchers. Whatever. That's obviously not bothering me enough to do anything about it except for the occasional whine.
In conclusion: I am warm and toasty today; the Cash Iroha pills a bit more than I think an expensive yarn should; I'd still like to re-knit the bottom Blossom part (that'll be a big pain in my big ol' butt to frog); I think Williamsro would be wonderful in a 100% wool yarn; I have the rejected, redder Blossom that I bought in NYC that
would love to must knit into the vest I saw at Julia's yesterday that I can't believe I never, ever saw anywhere before!
You can see in today's (in the bathroom) picture that there's still a bandaged finger -- a different one than yesterday. I can still knit, though sometimes clumsy, and it's due to nothing other than our recent, sudden, but not unexpected cold, dry weather. Cracking, peeling, splitting, ouch. I can knit well enough that I should have all the pieces to Coup d'Etat set to block tomorrow. ; )