The scarf is done: 3 balls of Sirdar Escape later, and it finished just in time.
I’ve mentally moved on to the urchin now, although I need to finish a washcloth to free up my 6.5mm needles.
Last night I was up at 5am for a wee, then couldn’t get back to sleep. What was bugging me? My lack of size 7mm needles. I ended up getting up and re-organising my wool stash just to make doubly sure that even though I’ve bought what I thought was 3 complete sets of needles, none of them have a size 7mm. Is 7 really unlucky in China (where I got the needles from)? Is it because it’s just missed 8, which I believe is considered really quite lucky?
I called Karen to complain (her being the only person who would be receptive to these things at 0615 our time (1715 her time)) and she said why don’t I just use a different size needle?
There’s a reason why I occasionally refer to her as my Wise Older Sister. On with the swatch.