diving into the frog pond

i have had a nasty virus this week that sent me back to being as mute as a swan... the sore throat, headache, ear ache, body ache, bone ache sort of virus. not conducive to any sort of work or creativity.

time not spent in bed reading dante's inferno (which is a cracking good read - although i keep finding a spot for myself in almost every circle of hell) i have been trawling around the far reaches of ravelry - also a cracking good read. apart from finding amazing patterns and marvelling at the productivity of some knitters i was inspired to sort through my wool stash, consolidating it into yarn weights and having a good hard look at some stalled projects.

this cardi thing is my first project using the famed noro silk garden and although i loved the experience of knitting the yarn (so soft and silky), i am not convinced about the stripes and much much worse, when i sewed up the first sleeve it is too small. so i am contemplating undoing the sewn together bits and blocking the pieces to see if they will expand and, failing that, sending this project to the frog pond.straight to the frog pond goes the shrug that deflated when i ran out of yarn (rare yarns cocoon in raspberry) inches away from the final cuff. i was so downcast that i then cast it down into the lowest pit of the yarn basket.and i have made the painful decision to frog the interminable cardigan. i tried a couple of rescue attempts with this but it is just too big and boxy and i can use the yarn (jo sharp silkroad tweed in cedar) for something else.