I've spent 2 hours stuck to a wooden chair in my HOT office charting lace patterns so my combined knitting brain can decipher them. Oh, well - worse things could happen. Now I have to get my act together and get just a few more swatches finished (-- just -- one -- more --) and get them ready to send out to the next submission. Time to make a sacrifice to the knitting god.

Kids? C'mere...