Tomorrow afternoon, as France and Italy square off to see who can claim domination in the world’s favorite sport for the next four years, I will be swearing softly to myself (or aloud for Rudi and the cats to hear) as I remove 140ish stitches from the lovely yellow yarn they’ve been sitting on for a month and ask them to hop back on my needles to finish off my tank top. I am going to knit two extra rounds (to account for the difference in row guage between my Rowan summer tweed yarn and the yarn the pattern called for) and then bind off in a fancy ruffly way. I’m very excited.

Last night I finished the back right strap. Then I tried the tank on again and remembered that when Rudi and I first measured me to figure out the sizing that we noted that I’d need to make the straps longer because I am low-busted and much of my height can be found between my boobs and my shoulders. So I unbound the front straps and added 2 1/2 inches to one last night and to the other this morning (when I was pleasantly surprised to find Brenda Dayne’s Cast-On downloading into iTunes after a month-long hiatus between series).

Tonight, the final strap!