I don't think I will rip Kaari and do the next size down; I'm going to stick with it for a while longer. The thought of having a Kaari that's too small is worse than the thought of having one that's too big.
The Pinwheel in white Jet is racing on. I'm on the fourth ball.
In order to give my brain some activity after all these miles of stocking stitch, I spent some time with Reversible Knitting today.
Can you tell what it is yet?
It's pattern 45, in some grey All Seasons Cotton Mélange.
I think I need to make one of my knotted row counters so that I don't knit any more elongated circles. My excuse is that like most of Lynne Barr's work, this is one of these patterns that makes you want to race on breathlessly to see what happens next. It's great fun.
The BBC is starting a dramatisation of Andrea Levy's Small Island tonight. I'm in two minds about whether I'll watch it: I liked the book so much that I'm not sure another version of it could live up to my expectations... but I might miss something good. More dithering.
I friend of mine in New York has started a fabulous blog, Idiosyncratic Fashionistas: it makes me feel so dull.