Work in Progress

I feel ever more like a work in progress these days. Some of it's big stuff, like trying to find a new job - or little stuff, like growing my hair out. And a lot of it is knitting stuff.

I love to wind yarn. I love to start things. So here's what's new in my knitting.

Top-down raglans. Hello, easy knitting! After discovering how much I loved my first Featherweight Cardigan, I've started one for myself in madelinetosh tosh merino light (the color is Mare). I'm almost to the point where I can take the sleeves off and just knit the body.

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And, because I hear that summer will one day come to northern California, I started a Buttercup. (We had rain this weekend! rain in June! Apparently this is so unheard of it made the national news.) Anyway, that's Elsebeth Lavold Hempathy in Blue Pine Green. Not much knitting yet, but that's OK.

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Socks, because I can't not be knitting a sock.
These ones are going to be for the mister. Round and round.

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Last but not least, it's time for a new sample for Miss Babs. This is Anne Hanson's Leaving from Twist Collective. I'm making the pullover version. The yarn is Northumbria DK in Luna Granite... it's got tones you can't see in this photo, and it's lovely.

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Maybe soon I'll even finish something. What's new with you?

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Marie said…
The Anne Hanson sweater looks gorgeous, now I want to make the cardigan version!
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