Three PT sessions per week with time to rest has been kicking my ass for about a month. Next week: back to work, less rest and down to two sessions per week, thus I am expecting an ass-kicking of comic proportions. I will make every effort to avoid drooling, but no promises.
A recent yarn donor asked me to make a lap blanket for the place where her mother is receiving cancer treatment. Of course, after all my panic and speaking in tongues, it turned out fine, if slightly smaller than expected, because knitting ain’t rocket surgery unless Georg is doing the ballistic stitchery.
Actual dimensions: 30″ x 44″