Rachel found my Sock Mojo wandering the hills of Northern Arizona, gave it a piece of her mind and sent it packing for home. However, I do believe it got as far as Zion Park and decided to stay where it was warm and sunny (not that I blame it at all). Both pair of socks sit, sadly, in the corner, and no one pays them any attention. Only the Mojo can save them now. Rachel also confessed to feeling happy while sitting in a little snow storm, but snow for her is like sunshine to me, a rare occurrence, and so I don't begrudge her that moment of happiness.
Monday night I was sure Zetor would be finished. However, it has become a time sucking, yarn sucking entity that controls my life. I can't put it down, can't stay away, can't stop working on it even though it is constantly faking me out. How can the end be so near and yet, after hours of knitting, the bind off is no closer? Every time I look at the working ball of yarn it has grown so small that I know another will be needed and, sure enough, there is not enough yarn for the last four rows.
Thank goodness something suitable was hanging around the stash (new reason to stash large amounts of Koigu)...but, 4 rows are still IN PROCESS, which brings the skien count to SIX! It wouldn't surprise me if the yarn ran out on the bind off row as this shawl eats it up so quickly. At the rate it takes to knit across one row it might be Saturday or Sunday before the end arrives...(hopefully, I'm kidding!). The thing that keeps me going is how pretty it is... it looks like flowers tossed into a blender or a full flower bed of glorious spring blossoms.
Hopefully the end won't be anti-climatic and she'll be shown off in her full glory with a great photo shoot. Thanks for hanging in there with me while I go through this bit of obsessive knitting.