Knitting and London life. Not necessarily in that order.
Saturday, June 9
The trumpet shall sound!
(da da dah, da da da dahh! etc. I'm thinking Handel's Messiah here...)
Anyhow, here it is. The zip went in relatively smoothly, I did some tacking for the first time in years. Remember tacking? The stuff you used to do before you found out that pins were almost as good?
So it's done, it fits, I'm not sure I like the band at the bottom - it looks like a bit of an afterthought without the cable along it, but all in all, I think it's a winner. The Curse has been instructed on the correct folding and storage technique (ie not screwed up in a lump in the bottom of the jumper drawer, nor hung on a wire coat hanger in the wardrobe) and also cautioned on fear of death not to leave it somewhere or spill anything down it. Probably best to leave it nicely folded in the drawer, he's more than likely thinking. Which will be easy to do, because now it's finished, there is bound to be a heatwave.