Okay, I'm not really watching Letterman, but it's a catchy title, no? But it is late and I am knitting. Um...well, at this particular moment I'm not knitting, but I was, until I decided to take to the keyboard, and I will return to my knitting momentarily.
Everyone is in bed, including all six smelly dogs, but with my Christmas deadline looming large and with November being only a day away, I figured I'd better hit the sticks with a vengeance tonight. It helps that I've had more than my share of caffeine today, assuring that I will remain conscious until at least 1 or 2 o'clock. Provided I can keep my nose out of the refrigerator, I should make some nice progress before I pass out.
My current project is a lovely top-down sweater I'm enjoying very much (so much so, that I wish I was knitting it for myself) and I hope to get the yoke completed and the stitches divided for the sleeves yet tonight. I'm knitting with one of my favorite yarns so far: Sublime Extra Fine Merino Wool DK. This is my third project with this yarn and it is wonderful. Merino is wonderful anyway, and this stuff produces beautiful stitch definition, and blocks extremely well.
A few weeks ago, I also invested in my first quality set of needles. I chose the Addi Turbo Click set and I absolutely love them. I've always preferred metal needles - I like the speed I get with metal. I've tried bamboo (hate them) and rosewood is passable, but metal makes me happy. I thought the cheaper set I started with was good but once I got the Addi set, my old set began to feel like a 1976 Chevy Chevette. The Addi cables are awesome - they don't get stuck in the position they are packaged in - and the connectors are SO much better than the ones that screw into the needles. No more dropped stitches! Ah, the things that make knitters giddy.
Well, back to my knitting. I've blazed through an episode of "Columbo" and have been playing an episode of "Murder, She Wrote" while typing this. Funny, the picture for everything else I've watched tonight has been great, but this particular episode of MSW is filled with people whose faces are pink. No, not fleshy pink...seriously P.I.N.K. It is disturbing on so many levels. Yet, I can't quit watching now. J. B. Fletcher is about to solve the case...