Hiding

Sometimes I need to have it pointed out that my brain wanders down strange and obscure paths. I was having coffee with one of my favorite knitters this morning. Something she said made me aware that yesterday's post was not the paragon of transparency I thought it was.

Therefore, let me state, simply: the knitting is done. The Very Big Bubbly Curtain is off the needles.

You may not recognize it here. That's because it is in stage two of the blocking process, undergoing that step in metamorphosis that is the knitting equivalent of caterpillar to cocoon. There it is. Concealed. Secluded. Wrapped in an old, colorfast, cotton towel whiling away the time while the miracle of osmosis does it's work. (That's a fancy way of saying I want to go from one sopping wet and one dry object to two damp ones.)

With any luck it will emerge this afternoon and the final transformation will begin. (That means the pinning-out will commence.) After which it will take it's rightful place in the back (not the company) bathroom and you will know where to find me for the next few days.