I told you I finished knitting those Peppermint socks during my Christmas Tree time.
- Knitpick Felici in Cheer
- Cast on 60
- Slip stich heel
Meanwhile back at the boringtown ranch, I have had a few old FOs I dug up that require weaving in. I won't show them to you because they are old and I'm irritated with them for making me feel obligated to move them OUT. However they are finding homes and that is good right? My scrap blanket will go to a young gentleman who really enjoys lounging. His mother tells me his favorite present this year was a bathrobe. I think this will be a welcome addition to his lounging attire and video gaming.
I found some yarn that was supposed to be for another scrap blanket that I abandoned (last winter?) while poking around over the holiday break. Damnit. I'm going to have to work on that now too. Ellen's bedroom where abandoned knits go to increase levels of crafting guilt.
I can't talk new socks right now. Though what I really want to talk about is new socks. I can't talk to you about new socks on the needles, because there aren't any. There are a few that have been put on time out and that's okay they aren't new.
So, I'll talk to you about my bulky cardigan that is slowly coming to life. I'm enjoying this bulky progress (kind of like my personal bulk enjoyed having the enormous amounts of indulgent food in the apartment for 2 weeks) I finished "the hood" and have started a sleeve. I'm trying to stay awake enough at night so I do not screw up the shaping. So that leaves 1.5 sleeves and some snappy ribbed edging and the dreaded weave-in left (thank goodness it's seamless).
My dream is to have this thing done by next week Monday night. Knit Club. Those ladies apparently like me for my ability to share an appetizer or dessert and a few laughs, but who are we kidding, I want to bring in an FO.
* Random Note: The fridge is kinda normal now. I'm trying to eat healthier, but let me tell you tunafish on rice crackers ain't got nothin' on peanut butter M&Ms and scalloped potatoes. I think scalloped potatoes are my new mashed potatoes which is like saying hey I might think I might get another husband, not a NEW husband, but ANOTHER one. Ha!