I sat on the couch last night knitting on my latest sweater and said out loud, "I should go get the camera and take a couple shots to throw on the blog." I continued to knit and watch Adam Bede. Half hour later, "I'll get a drink and grab the camera to take a couple shots before I start the ribbing." Time passed. The movie ended. I folded the sweater, inserted it into my Semi-Cat-Proof knitting bag and went to bed.
Do you see any pictures of a pale yellow sweater body with an inch of ribbing at the bottom? No? Huh. Neither do I.