Growing out of one size sweater, into the next.
|Please ignore the spit-up on my face.|
Meanwhile, I am a bit bogged down on the xmas socks. I thought choosing fairly vanilla patterns would help me knit them faster, but instead I am getting bored. I will be lucky to get pair #3 done in time; pair #4 may be just a promise on xmas eve.
It doesn't help that I started another project: a Moebius vest that morphed into a scarf once I realized I would not have enough yarn for the former. Lately, I have had the urge to use up some of my stash. That urge has not translated into not buying more yarn - according to Webs, a boxful is winging its way here right now - but maybe the stash has reached critical mass and I feel I must divest before I invest in more. Or something like that. Anyway, between three and four skeins of Lamb's Pride Bulky is about two-thirds on its way to becoming something warm and wearable.
Speaking of warm and wearable, I have been making good use of the Bog Jacket lately. One thing I can't understand, though, is why, wherever I go, nobody stops me to ask, "Did you knit that?" or to say, "I LOVE your sweater!" or to proclaim, "YOU are a knitting GENIUS." What is up with that?