While I've been knitting and nursing my hand this weekend, Steve has been busy building his new climbing bike. For the last few weeks parts have arrived from various locations. None of them weighed as much as the box they were shipped in. I know our postman wondered why we were having empty boxes shipped to us. He's delivered so much yarn that he knows we are a bit strange.
Don't you love the name of the company that made the frame. Fetish cycles. We knitters know that fetish is a perfectly acceptible word for describing yarn passion. I guess it works for cyclists too.
He took it for a long shakedown ride---what we would call blocking---and pronounced it perfect. Now to find some hills to climb.
My recovery is going well. I am knitting almost as much as I'd like. I've been swatching the new Iro. I think it will be a sideways vest, but still haven't settled on the stitch structure. I don't want it to be too stiff.
No projects finished this week. I just pile them around my chair and knit a bit on each one. Almost finished with a friend's Einstein coat and new sock pattern. I have the itch to do an elaborate fair isle piece, but I may just do a pillow or bag. I don't have the itch to do the shaping the way it should be done.
Enjoy President's day.