...to argyle. Can't eat. Can't sleep. Just want more delicious polygons of yarny goodness.
Even the bobbin fish are eating it up.
That's the back you're looking at there. I'm just a couple of rows short of the armhole decreases.
It's a good thing I'm enjoying myself now, because the finishing on this one is going to be murder. All those thousands of little ends to sew in. And don't forget the part where I go back and put in the little argyle lines with duplicate stitch. Oye.
Twenty-five days to the big C. Double oye.