This weekend has been very busy for me, I've been gone more than I've been home. And on Friday I was gone from 9 am until 5 pm running errands. By the time I got the groceries unloaded and put away, the kids fed and bathed and in bed it was closer to 9 and I was exhausted. I took my machine back downstairs (I had lugged it up to my cousin's the day before) and was setting my sewing table back to rights. When I plugged it in there was a blue flash and loud pop! The light bulb gave up the ghost after more than 35 years of faithful service. Not the end of the world perhaps, but it's made my life hard to not have my machine. I kind of feel like my right hand has gone missing. Fortunately my machine was built by my dad many years ago when he was a sewing machine mechanic, so I don't have to go far for help. Tomorrow it shouldn't be too hard to find a replacement bulb and be off and sewing again.
In the meantime I have focused on finishing this sweater for Jacob that has been sitting in my knitting basket waiting for one sleeve for the last four or five months...
But it wasn't as easy as just knitting that second sleeve. I tried it on him and the body fit fine but the sleeve was skin tight and about an inch too short. Yikes! I had to rip the first sleeve back and start them over. But it was worth the effort as he looks very handsome in it and I think we should be able to get two years wear out of it, barring an unforeseen growth spurt. (I'll have to get a shot of him modeling it tomorrow since I finished it at 2 am and he was, of course, sound asleep.)
*edited to add: No I didn't wake him up to model the sweater, this is his GQ, "I am too cool for words" pose. The thumbs up is his ringing endorsement for my knitting abilities. I know he liked the sweater because he gave me a quarter. Nice.