I picked up the sleeve, which I had not quite made it to yesterday, and pulled it back.
I did a little math, and prepared to set up for re-working the sleeve. And then realized that my arms were shaking with the effort to hold that fairly large piece of knitting up to work on it.
I put it all back in its very large project bag. Sigh. I'm not quite ready for the sleeves it seems.
My hands were itchy. I looked at the shawl, I swear by all that is holy, my hands were reaching for the Bridgewater, but they accidentally touched a different bag and before you know it...
this happened. And I am going to keep making it happen till the Point texture pattern gets into my head or till the shawl is done.
I really wanted to get one thing done, sweater or shawl, before I let me be tempted with something new, but it will all get done sometime and right now, I just needed a little something different.
The black socks were pretty good, but this depth of lassitude required bigger guns. And Point is, after all, much bigger guns.