I finished the second sleeve and joined the pieces yesterday in the car on the way to Minneapolis. (I took #2 son, the theater techie, to see Major Barbara at the Guthrie.) I plan to have lots of stranded colorwork in the yoke, but I haven't exactly decided how it's going to look. Seat-of-the-pants patterning.
But wait... what's going on in the upper right?
That, my friends, is an arm that has been joined to its body... upside down. The underarm stitches that will eventually be grafted to the body are sitting right out there on top of the bicep. Where, of course, they Do Not Belong.
Oh, snap.
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Just to remove the nasty vision from your eyes I give you this photo of a huge canvas that hangs on the back of a building on Washington Avenue South almost across the street from the Guthrie Theatre. The building is two or three stories high -- that canvas is HUGE. I think the tenant is an advertising agency or graphic design firm. The back wall of the building is painted a lovely dark slate blue that you see at the bottom of the photo.
It wasn't until after I had taken the photo that I noticed what was pictured in the lower left of the canvas. Is that cool or what?
