I am knitting the flap.
The fronts and flap have taken me longer than they should; I can't really understand how they took the whole weekend, but anyway I'm decreasing now and the tension is mounting.
Actually, I'm worrying that this isn't going to turn out well: I think this is Chrissy's fault, because I haven't got over how that turned out and I haven't had another go at doing the neck, which I should have done by now. It is causing Fear of Finishing, which in turn is induced by an old friend which has been identified and named by Knit Forwards, to be known henceforward as Post Knitting Disappointment Disorder. This is breakthrough work on her part and should be recognized as such, that awful moment when the garment you thought you were knitting turns into the garment you were actually knitting.
I am telling myself that it's a beautiful colour, a steely midnight blue, and the humidity here (93%) would make anyone feel doomy, and it'll all be lovely when it's done. Won't it?
To cheer us up, here's another little bit from Cosi fan tutte; again there are no subtitles, but we can guess what's going on.
