A Tank Top with ARMS

Just watch and learn.

After finishing Spot the dog-level shawl, I am now embarking on what I believe is called a Tank Top for the delectation of the younger Jean. Clearly he is wary after my last escapade with jumper knitting, which resulted with the Longest Arms in Christendom. This is not a good look on anyone.

Consequently Young Jean has asked for a tank top not a jumper. Wise, yet somehow I will still probably manage to get arms in there somehow. It's like a sickness.

And can I just say

Work frakking sucks. I should bring my knitting in so at least I can do something while waiting 84000 years for things to save on my coal-powered computer.

Knitting Shakespeare

T'other knitting Jean is embarking on the most special of literary projects - actually knitting Portia. Crikey. The quality of mercy may be greatly strained. Look...

I however am knitting the equivalent of a Spot book but I am still recovering from the sock trauma.