when it rains, it pours
There's also a slew of random knitting items to catalog. Remember when I said I just couldn't find a project to get motivated on? That I hadn't been knitting? HA! Those days are so over.
Since last week, this unassuming sock has grown a leg and a heel.
And I've been narrowing down my choices on what to do with the yarn haul from Loopy.
Ribbon scarf, obviously, but when?
I don't even know quite how many balls there are because they are so tangled in each other. I was hoping for a short sweater, but Dana set me back on the path to reality and said, "Maybe a shrug."
Shell? Floofy baby gear for one of the breeding friends?
Tank top? I thought about making a skirt but I don't think I have enough yarn to cover my behind.
Gym bag. No, really; I carry a teeny bag that's big enough to hold my humbug, my gym card, and a lock when I go to the gym. (I don't shower there, because, ew.) My old one is cotton and looking stretchy and strange. Hopefully if I can get the gauge down far enough this will hold its shape.
This last one, from The Fold on Saturday, I have no words for. It just walked home with me, I swear.
Knitting gods, help me.