Binding off Aeolian...

...and binding off, and binding off, and binding off...

I know I should have realized that with a project ending with 600 stitches on the needles, binding off would be a pretty mighty endeavor. But I didn't and now I'm in a monotonous cycle of "p1, move 2 to left needle, p2tog-repeat." A cycle that might never end. I will probably grow old and wizened, binding off these last stitches, doomed to repeat the tale of my folly to any errant wanderer unfortunate enough to encounter me.

I'm melodramatic when I'm bored.

I might be a bit naughty and cast on the starting row for my next project: Susan Adkins' River Falls Cardigan. A box of Knit Picks' CotLin arrived yesterday and is being tantalizing. 12 skeins of Sprout for the project, plus 3 skeins of Pomegranate for me.

The Sprout is for the cardigan, which seems more like a tunic to me, but who's judging? Green is not my color, but it is my mother's. Since I'm "abandoning her to pursue a quality education, like a traitor," I figured that I would make her a going-away present. With all this binding off, I most likely won't have it done by the time I actually abscond to university, but I do have three weeks.

The Pomegranate will go toward a second Best Friend Scarf at some point in the future. I made my first Best Friend Scarf for my own best friend and then decided I wanted to keep it. I didn't keep it, of course (although I could have, considering she didn't know it was for her), but my stupid love for my friend won out. Instead, I elected to plan for my own in the future, in the same yarn brand for best friend matchy-matchy purposes.