Le roi est mort, vive le roi!

... or in English, the king is dead, long live the king! The endless blue beast that I've been knitting for what seems like an eternity (but is actually only six weeks) is finally finished. I've had to frog parts of it so many times that if every stitch counted, I would probably have two sweaters by now.

See here, here is the monster soaking in a nice bath of hand-temp water and Citrus Soak courtesy of Loopy Ewe's small customer gifts.



And after a nice bath I put it down to block on top of the dog's cage aka the Retreat. See there, in all its glory;



I still have to put the zipper in after which I will be giving the low-down on this thing, with proper pictures. Right now I'm just so happy I had to share it with someone. The future-husbeast is sick and therefore royally uninterested that I've completed my first adult-sized knit ever, the dog even less so. Actually no, she did think the wool was to be played with, which cannot be endured, so I think it might be a good idea not to try that episode again. Now to wait for the thing to dry.