Cleaning House

First and foremost, I got my Sockapalooza socks! Love them! They fit perfectly, and even have a nice deep gusset for my high instep! Thanks again, Emily!


















Then, there's the parade of almost FO's that keeps getting longer. I have made two promises to myself in the vein of all the dejunking I've been doing lately: 1. I will work on one project at a time (plus a sock, socks don't count, right?) so that I finish one big project before starting another.

2. I will be knitting from the stash from here on out. Until I run out of yarn, of course. This is for several reasons, not the least of which is the financial crunch that moving without having sold the house will create. Also, it will help me in my attempt to simplify my life. Not that I'm all that complicated a critter; I'm quite simple, myself (not intellectually speaking, mind you. I can hold my own on that front, thank you!), just a bit "nesty" and cluttered. Trying to nip that in the bud (can one technically nip a habit that spans a full third of a century "in the bud?")
So, the BFD is done, waiting to be blocked, my sister's mittens are knit, fulled, and temporarily on display at the shop, and Skippy's scarf is just waiting for me to stitch the two halves together. This flurry of finishing is a prime example of the effect of project monogamy.

Well, the boxes are calling! One (hopefully) last carload to the donation dropoff, and I'll update once we're settled in the Central Time Zone and the house sells. 'Till then, Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Winter Holiday of your choice, the list goes on, and on, and on...

Not Much, You?

As in, not much left around here to get rid of, and not much left to pack for a while.

So, where's the knitting, you ask?

1. The Ghost of Christmas Past
Those of you with looooong memories will recognize this as Skippy's Christmas scarf. The one that I finished half of in time for gift exchanging. I'm finally getting this monkey off my back and cranking out the second half. It was Skippy, after all, who deemed 2007 the Year of the UFO.




2. The BFD (as in "Big F---- Doily" big fancy doily, get your mind out of the gutter, potty mouth! )
Mommes Lysedug. This is another knit for Skippy. Skippy has a lot of lovely older furniture on which a doily would look right at home. This doily, however, may find itself more at home as a cozy for Delaware. It just keeps getting bigger. Funny how that works, eh? You knit more rounds on and the thing gets bigger. Genius.



3. I Swear, it's Not What You Think!
Unless, of course, you were just benignly thinking, "Oh, it's a Baby Surprise Jacket!" Because that, it is. It is not, however, an announcement as to why, other than the move, things have gotten so quiet around here. In other words, it's a gift. For Mrs. Feezy. (Yeah, Feezys!)

















4. Separated At Birth?
You be the judge. Here is Hugh's sock hanging out with my terrible reenactment (not a judgment, that, I just think terrible reenactment sounds more exciting than historical recreation).

I think we may have a pattern by mid-September!