Knitting & drawing, drawing & knitting

I don't know what possessed me to draw my knitting - after those brushes I've become a sucker for punishment. This is my load-shedding jersey (or sweater to any American visitors popping in). When electricity cuts became a regular feature of our evenings, I thought it would be something I could do that I wouldn't need to see too well for... which is probably the reason I suspect I may prefer the look of the knitting-in-progress itself rather than the end product. All the lovely nubbly textures, the uneven meandering ribby lines, the interesting lacy holey bits - look so compelling bunched and draped around their needles - but extended over my (non load-shod) upper body... well, might just not come up to original expectations. And, wouldn't you know it, the powers(ha!)-that-be have announced that there will be no more load-shedding, as the poor old substations were collapsing under the strain of all that mass switching off-and-on again. So this may be as far as my jersey gets, though it is also a very good thing to do during rugby season...