I had a little driving adventure this week. A large branch somehow landed on my windshield, apparently butt-end first, while I was driving. I found a few things interesting about this experience: 1) it seems unlikely that a branch would land end-first rather than longways, yet here we are; 2) you know how a lot of nature forms along a Fibonacci sequence? Not these cracks (although this is laminated glass, there’s nothing particularly natural about it); and 3) the barbed wire appearance of the largest ring.
Here are two closeups:
Isn’t that cool? It looks like a ring of barbed wire or a thorny branch. It was really beautiful. I don’t understand why that ring is so much thicker than the other cracks. More damage, I suppose, and I’m lucky the branch didn’t break through into the passenger seat.
Gigi was in the car with me at the time, and between the windshield and starting to move into the new kitchen, it’s been an emotionally exhausting week for her. She’s insisted on sleeping in my lap most of today. Since I can’t get anything done with a forty-pound dog in my lap, I watched an acclaimed almost-3-hour-long Italian movie that I didn’t enjoy. I’m typing this with one hand. I have to write a short piece for the town newspaper; not sure how I’ll accomplish that.
I have a knitting confession to make: I started another sweater. It’s so pretty, I couldn’t resist! I love the structure and shaping, but I’m making some adjustments. Knitters on Ravelry recommended making it less wide, so I cast on twenty fewer stitches front and back than the pattern calls for. I’m also making the front arc less dramatic and less cropped. With these changes, I expect to rip the front up a few times before I get it right.
And that sentence explains why I have a problem finishing sweaters. I have a habit of making the yarn fit the pattern, which results in sometimes-drastic fit/gauge adjustments, and I have to keep ripping ‘til I get the math right. At some point, I just rip it up. I’d have a higher completion rate if I just used the recommended yarn.
One of the hardest parts of life is knowing when to stop, isn’t it?