I do what I have to do

Starsky, sleeve x1.
That should look like a meadow of green grass to you, the casual viewer. A veritible field, even.
That's because it is.
On this side, the bastards are freakin islands. Continents of fabric in the oh so excitable stockinette stitch.
These sleeves are monsters. To the point I'm pretty sure that there will be a decided lack of yarn available for the collar and belt of this fiendish yarn eating sweater.

A girl has to take the edge off somehow.

Coming soon: This guy's mate.
I've discovered that things like stockinette that doesn't involve counting stitches or following a pattern frees up the brain for other things.

I'm lookin for something. You could say I have some reading to do.
Yay libraries.