The problem with Ravellenic knitting with really, really nice yarn is the internal conflict between knitting to a deadline, and wanting to knit with the really lovely lovely yarn for as long as possible. In a sense, I think I shot myself in the foot with that one. But I’m still counting myself as a Ravellenic Victor, even if not entirely victorious in all of my events. Well, let’s take a look …
My actual genuine went-to-the-olympics knitting, as modelled by a friendly bear.
Well it’s finished now, but that doesn’t quite count. It’s a Baby Mine in the gorgeous Cephalopod Yarns Traveller, and I finished it on Tuesday. I was nearly nearly there, and if the Closing Ceremonies had lasted as long as the Opening Ceremony (and I hadn’t fallen asleep) I might just have made it.
But as I said, I have a really really good excuse: