Greetings from Sleeve Island

There's terminology in knitting that non-knitters could never understand. "The Boyfriend Sweater Curse" for instance - and, in my case "Sleeve Island." Sleeve Island is the dreaded place knitters go after knitting the body of a sweater. Some of them never return. Others stay there for quite a while, some speedsters don't even have time to unpack - they're on & off the island lickity split.

I've been overstaying my welcome here at Sleeve Island & the other night after a couple of glasses of wine (okay, okay....a whole bottle - but it was the finale of ANTM!) I sauntered up to that 3/4 knit sleeve & warned it that it was in for a ride.

This is the first time I've ever made up my own pattern - the math involved in the sleeve cap was looming over me & I just couldn't seem to jump into it. But with the help of some liquid courage (is this a sign of me getting old? 'liquid courage' used to mean I had had enough to drink that I could talk to boys in bars - now it means I can muster up the sass to finish a sleeve cap?) I am now able to present to you Sleeve 1/2. The second one should be a snap!


And this shot shows off the length! Susannah is a woman who likes long, long sleeves:


I'm pretty darned happy with how this is turning out, and I just hope that I can get it in the mail to jolly old England in time for their balmy summer.