And all this could be such a dream, so it seams seems

I was never much good at goodbye...

No, I'm not going anywhere. That's Night Ranger. What's funny about that song is, I was listening to a Pandora station and that song came up, and I swear I hadn't heard it for YEARS. But all those lyrics? Right there, baby. Stored in some useless Night Ranger Neuron. That means I probably have a whole Duran Duran gray matter section, somewhere in the left parietal cortex, I imagine. Next to the Culture Club gyrus.

I'm on to something.

A heartfelt thank you.

You people ROCK. Thanks again so much for all your excitement and well wishes about our little news. It means so much that all of you have been pulling for us. Knitting blogs rule. No doubt about it.

I can ALMOST taste victory.

Loll nears completion. I stayed up WAY too late last night in a finishing frenzy.

We're pretty happy with how the collar came out. And pretty happy, too, with that shoulder seam. Let me tell you somezingh. Seaming a fitted sleeve in reverse stockinette stitch is HARD. And I consulted all my books (Vogue Knitting, Buss, Montse Stanley, Nancy Wiseman), NOTHING on how to do this. Way to leave me high and dry, ladies. No paddle. Not even arm floaties.

I just had to make it up. But I think it's okay.

I seamed a sleeve too, and the picture isn't purposefully blurry, I promise.

If all is well maybe Thursday it'll be done??? We can only hope.