Funny how little time it takes for a new place to become something like home. South Carolina seems like a misty memory now, and my brain is stuffed full of histologic patterns, subway routes, and GrubHub orders. Unfortunately, this new glut of information seems to have crowded out most attempts at serious knitting.
One thing I did manage to do (sort of) properly before the onslaught: Smaller on the Outside. Geeks of the world, rejoice. Well, maybe just smile a little, indulgently. I'd take that.
Otherwise, it's slow going on Foreign Correspondent. I'm on skein #2 and somewhat more than halfway done. How long to all the way, you ask? Check back in a week or two and we'll see if I've actually made any progress. You be the judge:
