There is no knitting to report. It's not that I am not knitting, which I definitely am (a sock, of course, but who want to see a partial sock? You all know what it looks like.)
I am also doing a tremendous amount of knitting in my head. Yes I realize that this might prompt someone to look in the phone book under "psychiatry" and pick a number to call, for my own protection.
I am fine, I assure you. So fine in fact that I can't even write about it.
See, I had a design accepted at a major knitting magazine, but I don't have official permission to talk about the actual project. I guess I can tell you that I have to make a sweater out of sportweight yarn on size 4 needles, size 34, with "sleeves to the elbow". They want the pattern written up in 5 sizes, so I have been a swatching maniac and been feeding my gauge to the recently purchased software. Which has no idea how to calculate a sleeve that hits the elbow.
So I have hit the books and the needles, I am hazarding guesses, and am letting some of it marinate for a while, while I mull over my next step.
I want the pattern to be perfect first, before I make the sweater. Which is such a departure for me....all my knitting life I would cast on first, then figure out the rest.
The real fun part of it is that I get to use my own ideas about this sweater, which was submitted as a shell but got changed to a sweater with the above mentioned sleeve length...but no matter. I have all the knitting greats on my side. I know how to do this.
I know how to knit.
I have until the end of the month to get it all done.