Greek pullwhatnow?

It's gorram cold.

No, really.

My little fingers are frozen as I type this.

So it finally gave me the impetus to sew up the Greek Pullover. Disaster. I crocheted the stupid edging, and it looks like it was done by the dog. Then, because I'd been idly wondering about it, I pulled on the seamed up body piece.

The neck is somewhere around my knees. Well, not quite, but it's wobbly and it hangs out. I'm hoping that ironing (oh, sorry steam blocking) the neckline will kill the wobble...but the neck is so huge! So huge! I got all cross and bundled up the half-seamed jumper and put it on the coffee table, where it is glaring malevolent purple at me every time I go into the lounge room. It's not even like I'm flat. I am, in the parlance of the KnittyBoard, a busty sea wench. Gah.

Tubey progresses well, if somewhat loose in the sleeves. I'm glad I went with my gut feeling about arms, otherwise I would have lost my hands in acres of sleeve. I have yet to cast off on the second sleeve...I'm back to the solid part. Is it my imagination, or do stripes feel faster?

I'm going to kareoke tonight. We have to dress up as a singer. I'm going as the guy from the monster band who won Eurovision...