I'd like to lose control...

How much angst is too much? And why am I this angsty? I really don't have any excuses for this. Here's some knitting:

The cover sweater from the summer Interweave Knits has been altered to stay up on my shoulders. I took out the ribbing from the pattern and re-knit it with a much smaller needle. I also did a few vertical decreases over the shoulders. This tightened it up quite a bit and I could now wear it, if it weren't 90 degrees today.

A couple of weeks ago I took a trip to Susan's Fiber Shop in Columbus, WI. There were no major yarn indiscretions; only the purchase of enough Regia for a pair of socks. The first of the pair has been my reading sock lately. The sock comes to just below my knees, so I think I could wear them with the skirt I'm supposedly sewing. My sewing machine had a few choice words for me the other day and then decided that it's going to chew up anything I try to sew...

I finished the cover sweater from the summer Interweave Knits and it's too big. I made the smallest size and tried to adjust for the fact that my bust isn't near 35 inches. I even added a few extra decreases near the top to try to keep it up on my shoulders. Nonetheless, it has quite a bit of room in the chest and slips off my shoulders. I can deal with the room in the chest, but I'm going to take out the ribbing on the yoke and possibly a repeat or two of the pattern at the top and reknit it with a smaller needle. But now, Sherlock Holmes is on MPTV and the mohair is calling me.

ps. My camera is in Ireland. Pictures will return when it does.