AT LAST!

The Arctic Diamonds Stole is finally blocking. Behold! You can see how towards the end, I got tired and frustrated and just started poking in pins wherever they'd go. Straight lines are for people who do stuff right!

Tomorrow morning I'll weave the ends in and fix the place where I had to drop some rows and re-knit.

I'm exhausted, my wrists hurt, and I reek of wet alpaca. At least I get to open presents tomorrow night, though. Speaking of which, I'm highly suspcious of what my sister got me. She told me that she found it months ago, she's thrilled with it, and she's convinced that I'll love it. The last time that happened, I ended up with a collection of the Founding Fathers' writings on morality, because, as Rachel said, I "love all that old-fashioned writing."

This could be terrifying. I could discover things about myself I never even had an inkling of.