Plume is 11 rows from completion. If I have miscounted, it won’t matter. I’ve decided I only have 11 rows left to finish and I’m sticking to the story. No.matter.what.
I sit in the dining room in the morning before work and knit a row or so. You know how you get when you’re near the end of a
commitment project? So over it. So sick to death of it you wanna tell it how bored you are by it now?
Well, that’s where I am. I’d shoot it and put it out of my misery, but then it would just have one more tacky hole.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be happy when it’s finally done.