I love winter in Northern Michigan. Love it. I think if you live here (in God's country), you kinda have to. It's six months long. I have no bones about driving anywhere, at any time, for any reason [insert road trip to X knit shop here]. I figure the weather should have no bearing on whether or not I attack my "To Do" list.
However, when the Michigan State Police issued a travel warning for all non-emergency vehicles to stay off the roadways yesterday, I figured opening up Inish Knits didn't exactly fall under the "emergency" category (per se), and I made an executive decision; I called it a day.
A snow day. A glorious, productive, Everything-I-Thought-It-Could-Be-And-More Snow Day.
Sleeve Numero Uno. Check.
(Sorry about the off-color shots--the yarn really is blue-ish. Ahem, Twilight.)
I was surprised and pleased while knitting yesterday--this sleeve zipped right along. Typically, by the time I get to the sleeves, I've gotten off Honeymoon Highway at the Slog Along Exit, and have lost sight entirely of Sweater: The Final Destination.
Case in point:
This sweater--simple as it may be--has been dragging on for months. I'd love to wear it. I need a new sweater. It--or at least the body--fits me perfectly. There's absolutely no reason it's not finished. I keep saying, "Oh, as soon as this project is finished...."
The problem is, I say that about every unfinished project I've got lying around.
I'm nothing if I'm not consistent.