Today started and ended cool and gray on the island where I started and ended it. In between while I ran around Seattle for errands and Pilates lessons it turned that not-quite-bright, not-quite-warm, a little breezy Spring weather we sometimes get.
And as is often true here in these transitional seasons, someone ten or twenty miles away probably had a different day.
While riding ferries and buses and then during taped episodes of Jane Austin and Numb3rs, I started and finished a washcloth. Except for blocking and despite ripping out the first third to go down three needle sizes from the manufacturer's suggestion rather than only one, I finished it in one day. No wonder people get hooked on these.
Though I was having second thoughts about the wonders of a one day project as the end of my skein got too close for comfort during my last few rows. I almost had to decide between ripping it all and reknitting with a few fewer stitches from somewhere or tomorrow buying another skein for a couple rows.
Or the next time I saw Ryan saying "Washcloth? You didn't get my washcloth?"
I think I'll do another one tomorrow. I did buy two skeins of yarn and mailing off one seems a bit of a waste.