The clothespin theory and the Wonder Wash

This is mainly for Linnea.
I think you may very well be right about the clothespin.
If only one is being used. And I wonder how I can find so many things wrong with a pattern - and still want to knit it.
When hardly any of the original pattern will be left unfiddled-with.
But then it is beautiful.

As for the bathroom - no I don't think I will get to use it.
It is for my Gorgeous Landlord's very own use.
But it will be beautiful.
And now I think I have found the perfect solution to my laundry problems:
The Wonder Wash Portable Washing Machine
As a child I would spend my summers with my grandparents in their summer cottage.
No electricity, no hot water - and the bathroom was not much more than a bucket in the shed.
(But I cannot imagine a better place or a better way to have spent those childhood summers.)
And my grandmother had a washing machine very much like this.
While I do have hot water, and electricity, and a fine bathroom of my own, this would still be very useful.
And once the laundry room is done, some day, this wonder machine would still be fine for attempts at dying fabric and wool, I would think, and for the quick little pile of laundry.
And for felting!

That Chevron sweater - and the big hole

Some time ago I fell in love with a picture of the Chevron sweater in Erika Knight's Glamour Knits.
Finally getting hold of the book, thanks to the lovely library, I'm no longer quite as infatuated.
It is constructed by something as simple as rectangles with no shaping at all.
And being anything but rectangular myself that will no doubt need some shaping to work for me.
In particular as I do like a bit of shapeliness and a good fit to my clothes.
And I always get a bit distrusting of the fit of a pattern if the front and the back are shaped the same, as my front and my back definitely are not.
But I still think it is beautiful.
And I think I could make it work, with a bit of tweaking here and there.
And it may well become my simple mindless knit while writing the last two papers and waiting for the time to come for the second Elfin.

And the great big hole:
My gorgeous landlord is converting the old laundry room into a beautiful bathroom. While the space under the stairs will become the new and improved laundry room.
But now, after five weeks, this is the state of the new laundry room: big hole.
(bad lightning + bad camera + less than talented photographer = bad photo of hole in ground)
I may very soon need to find a laundromat.
But it seems that this neighbourhood, while being lovely, is too bloody affluent to support one.
And as I have not yet felt the urge to take my laundry for a bus ride, I've been keeping myself with clean clothes with the help of a bucket in the shower. For quite a few weeks now.
And I probably will until I run out of clean towels and bed linen.
In a few weeks.
Not sooner.
I hope.