Bad Blogger! No Cookie!

I will blame being at work 8 hours a day for no significant bloggage. Of course, I know many, many other people are able to handle getting a post out every once in a while, but evidently since my job involves typing at a computer all day, I can't get it done.

So here is a photo-less knitting roundup, because I gave my digital camera away and I haven't yet learned how to use S's.

Old things:
Gloves: at the same stage they were at in the last photo. Yep, I'm awesome like that.
Anastasia socks: I've finished the first and am halfway through the foot on the second, and somehow I am not really working on them right now.
Raglan V-neck: is getting ripped out. It's a little too short, a little too small, the raglan stuff doesn't fit right, and it's a little too itchy. Maybe it will get made into something with some jacquard-style fair isle on it. Who knows.

New things:
Mermaid scarf: I have somehow managed to crochet and not die. I will probably run out of yarn but oh well... I can get more. And it's foofy and ruffly and fun and cute and aww!
Faux Russian Stole from A Gathering of Lace: Is made 100% of awesome. The chart looks daunting but once you've got it set up it just flies along. Yay stole!

Can you tell that I'm way more excited about new projects than old ones? I think that happens a lot.

Today I make birthday cake for S. Time to celebrate!

Comments

none said…
I also don't get a cookie!
I'm getting ready to update my blog now, but it looks like I'm only posting twice a month. Oh well. We have to live life sometime! :)
8:48 AM
Dove Knits said…
Maybe you should get a cookie. It's your birthday today, after all!
11:45 AM
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