In honor of today being the twelfth day of Christmas, I’m (finally) showing off all of the things that I made. There’s still one outstanding gift, but it’s for Carrie and I’m sure she’ll be thrilled even if she gets it next month. There’s actually no reason for it to still not be done except that I’m a little burned out from all the frantic Christmas crafting. Plus, I’m working on my socks.
I’m already planning what I’m going to make for people next Christmas, so that I can start next month.
I’m sort of ashamed to admit this, because in the course of cleaning my craft room – and I’ve barely scratched the surface yet – I’ve discovered 4 socks sitting on needles (or stitch holders, since I apparently stole the needles for other projects – probably other socks). And I’m talking about 4 separate socks, all the first sock of the pair.
But I’ve started a new pair of socks. For me! These seem like they might not be doomed to failure, because instead of 7-8 stitches/inch the yarn is a bit thicker and knitting up at about 5.5 stitches/inch, on slightly bigger needles, and they’re going really fast. Seriously, I cast on last night and have maybe knit for two hours between then and now, and I’m ready to turn the heel on the first one already.
Only thing is, based on the state of the socks already stuck in my craft room, I don’t abandon them until I hit the ribbing on the leg (I knit them toe-up). Ribbing is one of those things that I just can’t force myself to like. It’s the necessary evil on the edges of sweaters…and the legs of socks. But I’m determined this time. These are lovely green socks, and they’re going to look marvelous when they’re done, so done they will be – and quickly, before I lose any and all motivation.
And maybe, if I finish these, I can tackle all the other socks waiting so patiently in my craft room? (We won’t even go into the fact that I easily have 8-10 pairs of socks worth of sock yarn tucked in various baskets and drawers in there… Someday I should catalog all of my yarn. It might shame me into actually using it.)
Here are the things I’d like to accomplish this coming year:
That’s not too much of a stretch. I just need to spend Carrie’s naptimes doing constructive things every day, and save my fun crafting time for times when she’s playing on her own or after she’s gone to bed.
It’s amazing what a few doses of antibiotics will do for you. I feel so much better today it’s almost ridiculous.
Plus, I won my fantasy football league. The Knottsville Knitters love Shaun Alexander! (And Carson Palmer, Clinton Portis and Terry Jones too!)
Now if I could just find my size 2 circular needles or my missing cross-stitch pattern so I could work on something fun (I have made progress on Sammy’s quilt, too) then I’d be set. My craft room seems to have eaten everything I am currently looking for.
What a way to start the new year. I woke up at 4:00 this morning feeling like I had the flu…and feeling like I had a plugged milk duct. Add the two together, and I get to start off 2006 with mastitis. Yippee. I’m praying my pharmacy is open today, because the nurse at my doctor’s office is calling in an antibiotic for me.
The good news is, the whole year probably can’t go much worse than today. OK, well, I take that back, it could, but I feel like crap right this minute, so indulge me.
And yes, I am still nursing my 14-month-old, and I’m going to go all on the defensive now because I already get a lot flak for it (despite the AAP and WHO recommendations) and I really don’t need any more. So comments are closed on this entry. Don’t take it personally, I just don’t have the energy to deal with negative comments.