I made these graphics so I can call them up every time I need it, which currently seems to be about three times a year. I’m holding steady at about two projects that need only a weekend of work, a bunch of socks in various states of disarray, and a pile of pretty distracty yarn.

If work is excuse number one, here’s excuse number two: My ol’ Buick-y camera’s memory card reader is working funny for some reason. Onward to the scanner!

This is/is not Lien Ngo’s Pintuck Tee. Obviously I got a little happy on the instructions at some point. Preliminary fittings indicate that the sweater safely contains 100% of me, but not 200% of me, which is good. After the Lucky debacle, I need a win.

The sweater is close to completion, but I’ve reached sort of a mental block. The sleeves, you see. I want something a little bit more arm-encapsulating than Ms. Ngo’s vision. I see the geometry very simply in my head, and besides Barbara Walker has half a chapter on such things in Knitting from the Top Down, but… arghh, I keep thinking about Spongebob and the sleeves on Glee and some other pre-blog knitting disasters and my knitting confidence takes a big flinch the way I used to flinch after that time I got hit in the face with a softball. Wish me luck.

Speaking of luck and arms! I heard the best phrase evar on Teh Rav this week: “Bingo Wings”. Yeah, I realize this is just another one o’ them slang things that pass me by for years– I was the last to figure out “NOT!” in my middle school– but bingo wings. It is so perfect that it almost makes me want to co-opt it to rally those of us who are annoyed with tiny-arm patterns. Hell, I almost formed a Ravelry Group– if Ravelry’s “Itty Bitty Titty Committee” is going strong, then surely there is a place in the sea of Rav Groups for those of us who wear a Ysolda-Small except for our Ysolda-Large biceps.