Knitting at the guillotine

Like the tricoteuses who knitted at the guillotine in Paris during the French revolution, I was knitting as Nadal fell at the hands of the extraordinary Lukas Rosol last night. Wimbledon, we're talking Wimbledon.

And what, you ask, is this bizarre-looking thing? Did I knit it too big in my excitement? Ah no, wait until you see the miraculous transformation - which will be sometime next week, hopefully. First I must knit its partner...

Have a good day everyone.