Alas Poor Yorick

I knew him, Knitratio; a pattern of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me to tears a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those stitches that I have knit I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?

As it turns out, I didn't write the first part of the pattern correctly. Also, 6' of unblocked stole would probably turn out to be pretty darn close to 7'. 4' child. A wee bit of overkill. She would have been mummified, not dressed up pretty.

Ah well, I'll cast on for something else faster and written a little better. Perhaps I may get something done yet.