The Denim...it's a workout!
Seriously, people, after knitting on this thing for about an hour, my arms feel as if I've just finshed an upper body routine.
Either I'm really out of shape, or it's the denim.
Ok, I AM out of shape, but still! This denim is rough!
The thing is, I love the feel of it. I love the color. I love the pattern (you can't beat Miss Hargreaves, can you?). So, my solution? Work an hour, stop, do some Yoga stretches, surf the net and repeat.
I can only endure this for about three hours at the most. And, if I go that long, my wrists start to hurt with that scary twinge that screams CARPAL TUNNEL! Then, everything else gets sore and I know I won't feel like or be able to pick it up the next day.
Given the situation, I was at least able to get this far along:
I am now up to the start of the armhole shaping.
During Bomber Break Days, as I affectionately call them, I knit a bit on Elizabeth I. She seems to be coming along nicely:
If I were a bit more practical, I'd be focusing on this baby right now, since I have a greater chance of getting more use out of her than the Bomber jacket. BUT, for some reason, I'm craving the denim and its rough and sexy ways. What's a girl to do?
And so I persist. :-)