Sorry about the yelling. I'll try to calm down. It's just that I miss knitting. I miss the coziness of the yarn sliding through my fingers. I miss stopping every few rows to admire my handiwork. I miss the rhythm and the repetition. Knitting soothes me, and since I haven't been soothed much lately, I'm getting kind of cranky.
I've been so time crunched between the end of the semester, Thanksgiving, and just playing mom that the last time I tried to knit a few rows, I fell asleep. I decided it was better to put the sticks and string away than to risk a fatal knitting accident. So, I still don't have any progress updates , because there hasn't been any progress. But I can show you what I want to knit...
The Knit Picks Essential in Shoreline Twist is jumping up and down to be a pair of socks for Rhett.
The Knit Picks Shadow in Lost Lake Heather has repeatedly tried to become a Gloriana lace scarf (it's the one on the far left), but I kept having to frog it because I'm horrible at tinking lace.
And, the Manos del Uruguay in Stellar is destined to become My So Called Scarf.
Do you see how patient they are? They just watch from afar and wait for their turn. (Although, the Manos has been known to sigh loudly on occasion.) I can't keep leading them on like this. Soon - at least I hope it's soon - I'll stop being such a liar and help all of my little yarn friends achieve their dreams.