I wish I could say that I was able to wear my Olympic sweater today, but the storm that rolled into the area yesterday (and is still pounding us as I type this) has prevented it from drying as quickly as I had hoped. I think I’m also a bit shell-shocked over the whole Knitting Olympic experience. I feel like I should be knitting, but my hands cringe a little whenever I consider pulling out the lace shawl I had been working on before embarking on the Olympic endeavor.

I still can’t believe I got the whole thing done in 16 days.

I’ve been trying to think of what I have gotten out of this whole insanity. I certainly learned that if I put my mind to it, I can actually get a sweater knit in 16 days. (I also learned that I am rather glad I hadn’t tried to do a lace shawl; I would have either ended up more crazier than I already am or a drunk without a shawl cause I can’t knit lace and drink at the same time.) I learned that I need to sit down and write an email to the designer about some questionable sections of the pattern, namely the stitch counts of various sections (the pattern insisted I should have an even number of stitches while I consistantly had an odd number of stitches). I learned I like Rowan Felted Tweed, which is good because I only used 5 and a half balls of it for the sweater (which is slightly worrying because according to the yardage lised in the pattern it was supposed to take me 7 balls… but I got gauge). I’ve learned that I need to get back on the ball with organizing my side bar (I hadn’t realized I still had Ribby Cardi listed as a WIP; I finished it how many months ago?).

Now I just hope the twitching ends soon.