When I’m knitting something in the round, there are a couple of moments I particularly enjoy, and one follows hot upon the heels of the other. Taking off the row marker is one.
That’s the next bit that’s heaps good. You know you’re on the home stretch.
So, yeah, it’s taken considerably longer than three hours, and total time elapsed from start to finish probably exceeds thirty-three, but it’s done and blocking.
Dr B loves the colours but hates the cowl. I’ll admit that, at the moment, I’m entirely unconvinced by either. I suspect the yarn lends itself better to something knitted more vertically, such as a long scarf, but I’m not about to turn around and find out. And perhaps its thick/thin character isn’t as good with this garment as a yarn of more consistent thickness. Never mind. The cowl is certainly warm and, now that winter seems to have arrived, heralded by a clap of thunder and torrential downpours, the warmth is definitely the main consideration.