Progress on Clapotis

O the weather outside is frightful...and it really is -- one of those days where the rain comes down in sheets so thick they may as well be white squalls ramming against a little fishing boat. Luckily, I'm in the warm and dry of my office, and although my caffeine fix has long ago gone tepid, I'm quite content not to be Out There. And yet... in between the fine print and the phone calls, my mind strays to... Clapotis, where she's waiting for me at home (notice the creative use of home office desk supplies, "Stitch Markers" sponsored by Staples):

You can see the Water Lilies I made for my own use in the cashmere is a touch more on the mauve/purple side because I'm a mauve/purple girl at heart. :) I'm on the cusp of the section where I'm supposed to deliberately drop stitches, which I'm steeling myself for, and I suddenly find myself in a quandry.

Anyone ever seen Due South, the Canadian TV series about the cute do-right Mountie and his cynical Chicago cop sidekick? There's an episode where Constable Fraser has to force himself to shoplift a pack of Milk Duds in order to get himself convicted and imprisoned... and he can't do it. Why? Because of his conscience. It just feels wrong. Or maybe naughty. Yet it's for a good cause. Anyway, that's how I feel about deliberately dropping stitches. When I get home, we'll see how I feel then. ;)

In the meantime, pangs of conscience aside, I've hit a snag in knitting her up. Literally. A snag. I was trying out a pair of Suzanne's rosewood circular needles to test the stability of the needle and cord joins. They failed miserably. I was happily knitting along until I realised that the stitches weren't slipping from the cord onto the needle as easily. And it was because the metal connector/join whatever you call it had come off. See it here, cowering in mediocrity and shame between stitches:

*sigh* So I'm considering it a lesson learned and will revert back to my favourite Addis. The Clapotis will survive!

Bon tricot, everyone!