The thing I really like about our neighbourhood is that there is practically a tree — generally, a big one — on every lawn. (We have one, too, but it's wee.) That means lots and lots of leaves in the autumn, though. It seems like it was sudden — one day last week, everything was fine, and then the next day all the leaves seemingly went whoomph onto the ground.
The ones that are left, though, are at least putting on a good show.
Meanwhile, I've been knitting, but I have no finished objects to show you. I am knitting Still Light (Ravelry link, sorry; there is no other), which is called a tunic but is actually a dress (-tunic). In fingering (Malabrigo Sock), on 2.75 mm needles. Did I mention that this sweater-dress-tunic-thing has no cables, lace pattern or anything else; it's just miles and miles of stockinette?
Not that you can tell, exactly, but I am persevering through the boredom and am on the home stretch — the final 10 inches of stockinette on the body:
After that, though, will be the horse lattitudes of the sleeves, and I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to manage that. Somehow, stockinette on a loop is still better than stockinette on circs. (And, ironically, I began knitting this because I felt like I needed a break from — get this — the second half of a pure-stockinette sock. Frying pan, have you met fire?)
I feel the same way about the leaves - on the way home from work on Tuesday, the park was suddenly covered in leaves that weren't there when I walked through on the way to work that morning. WHOMP.
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