Ever since the opening ceremonies in Rio, I have been superglued to basically all Olympic coverage--
I'm a sucker for the summer games, and this year's swimming and gymnastics competitions have been especially stellar entertainment. I've even watched some tandem kayaking. It was cool.
When I left for my vacation in July, I brought this blanket as my only travel knitting:
It grew and grew, through train rides and car trips, until I returned home ready to start the decreases:
And lo, it has been my constant companion these many Olympic evenings: simple to enough to knit without watching the stitches, large enough to be an accomplishment when I finish...
eventually. Soon? Please?
|Not pictured: the millionty ends I have already woven in|
|The Olympic half has 3x wider stripes, because sanity prevails.|
* yes, Mama, I am quoting Mrs. Elton! :)