Bobbles. Hundreds of bobbles. Feet and feet of bobbles. Help me.

My Mom saw me knitting "Fletching" last Labor Day Weekend. She really liked the color and I asked her if she'd like something like it. She wanted something more solid, warmer, denser. So off to Knitorious I went, forced my heart to keep beating while paying for 25 balls of Lavold Cable Cotton in a color that would match her eyes, found a pattern in a stitch dictionary, and dove in. It was fun for about ... 3 balls. It was obvious that, at 6 hours per ball, this was going to take a while. The pattern is too easy and doesn't keep my interest. It's also only 10 rows long, so every time I finish one of those damn bobble rows I know I have to do it again in 9 rows. And now that it's spring, it's getting really hot to have in my lap.

I didn't have it finished by xmas. I didn't finish it for the Knitting Olympics. I didn't have it finished for my parents' vacation to Paris in March. She's talking like she expects it sometime in the fall. We can only hope. I asked her to drape it around herself so I could see how much more I had to endure finish and she kept pulling the end farther down to her knee - and the working end farther away from her shoulder. Gah! I'm not doing that again.

Have I mentioned how big this thing is already? It's about 2 feet wide and honestly I don't know how long it is at the moment. Here, take a look.






Yeah. I'm just saying.

So during my Spring Cleaning I pull out my basket-o-wips that look something like this:




What is that greyish thing? I can't remember. What is that?
It's Fletching.






So, if Mom's not expecting her wrap, does that mean I get to work on mine? I'd love to wear it to Stitches....