Olympics Knitting

Ian came home yesterday morning from picking up the mail and there was a package for me. For moi?? I had spaced winning a treat from Tina, and not only was it a Valentines treat, she had included some of my favorite cookie - Mexican Wedding cookies. I never make them. By the time I thought to take this picture, I had eaten into the cookie population and tonight the cookies are gone. I don't eat cookies, except them. Thanks Tina! And thanks for not sending three dozen!!
My Olympics knitting sweater has been moving along swim-
mingly, until last night when I went upstairs for another ball and realized that I was running perilously low. Red flags went up - I'm going through the yarn too quickly. This morning I took it off the needle and tried it on. It fit swimmingly, as in, I was swimming in it. It's huge! It would fit Ian.

I wanted to pull it all out at one time becaue I didn't want to have to come back to it. How long does it take to turn a half of a sweater back into balls? As long as it takes to do one load of laundry. I put the clothes in the drier and took the dogs for a walk - a long walk. I've remeasured and recalculated and the reincarnation is already back on needles.
I'm disap-
pointed, of course, but especially because I was licking my lips to start a sweater from my new gold yarn. I'm no longer storing a half bag of fleece. Instead, I get to anticipate knitting this. It's pleasantly soft and notice the color of the dye on the white wool that I used as ties. Colored wool overdyes great!