Still Life, with Hair

So I figured out how a 10yo boy manages to get a jacket draped across a camera lens. Same way a 45yo woman manages to let her gray hair drift across.

Apart from the hairy lens, this is how the sweater looks. According to the pattern, I am five rows from done with the body. But as I would look like a goober with a sweater that short, I must knit on.

Tragically, I'm only 2 skeins away from the end of the yarn, and that will likely get me the rest of the body and most of one sleeve. Double tragically, I knit this up so fast, Article Pract has not even reordered yet, let alone received more yarn. Triple tragically, get this, I'm boarding a plane bound for Seattle tomorrow at 1 for a weekend of frisbee, and during this weekend my ONLY JOB is to keep my child and two others from wandering off, drowning, entering a life of crime or behaving in an untoward manner. I don't have to drive, organize, plan, make decisions. I am, in fact, just a sheep, following the Frisbee shepard. Soooooooo...I could knit. I should knit. I must knit. But there will be no lovely lavender yarn by Friday afternoon.

However. Friday afternoon and evening are being spent in the tourist area of Seattle (around the Pike's Market). Anybody know of a yarn shop? I'm thinking I could start some socks for a certain someone who runs like a girl.

Speaking of other bloggers, the Teen Princess has written a lovely poem on her latest blog iteration. http://www.youaremysignalfire.blogspot.com/

UPDATE: Google to the rescue. So Much Yarn is a fish's throw from Pike's Place Fish Market, and open until 6:00pm. Trip report with photos upon my return!