Milo requested that I knit him a new "indoor" sweater. An indoor sweater is one that can be worn straight against the skin, no shirt under it. An "outdoor" sweater is one that must be worn over other clothing.
I looked through my stash, but my stash is really not that big anymore and it yielded nothing that could be used for a new "indoor" sweater.
So I talked Chris into driving me to the yarn store in Centre Hall for a shopping trip. There, with the help of Ben and Milo--who were both in a deep red mood--I picked out some yarn for their new indoor sweaters. It frightens me that the washing directions for this yarn include about five steps and end in something like, "Or, you could just dry clean it."
I will knit them on the big side, for yeah and verily, they shalt be machine washed (and laid flat to dry). I got Cotton Fleece in Barn Red with the contrasting colors of Putty and Wolverine Blue. (In plain language, that's crayola red, with crayola blue, and enough for one stripe of a sort-of unbleached natural cotton. It's very patriotic looking, actually.)
I got home and cast on Chris's sweater all over again. After working on it for three hours I've about established that my best bet is to rip it out and start over AGAIN. Don't ask. But it's not the yarn and it's not the needle. It's just me and my willingness to start knitting without reading the directions first.
I think actually that the reason I struggled so much with Chris's sweater is that my friend had his second baby girl this morning, which means that the Universe would really like me to finish that baby's sweater and get it in the mail. I finished that baby's big sister's sweater yesterday and I'm a good halfway through the baby's sweater, but . . .
It's my third sweater in that same pattern. And I have one more baby boy sweater to go before I'm done.
I'll finish the first sleeve on the baby sweater and then see if maybe the Universe will let me finish one stinkin' row on Chris's sweater. Tomorrow. It's bedtime.