I have not forsaken thee.
Just another unscheduled break.
But trust me, you missed nothing. Nothing has been completed, much has not been started...
Oops, I did finish the birthday socks, two months late!
From the stash of Alice Starmore. They match his fingerless gloves. Here they are complete with slipper fluff, cat hair and more than a glimpse of white socks underneath. Just keeping it real.
I'mnot so much in the holiday mood. In fact, I think I am at the dangerous point of needing to get my *** into gear and stop pretending it isn't happening and get to the stores. With a list.
(Cross that off, I did that this morning. Don't you love useless rough drafts?)
I did have a list of little knitty things: a bainbridge scarf or two, some fingerless gloves, a pair of socks. But I have no motivation to start/finish any of these things because I will not be seeing the intended recipients after all. In fact no one in the extended family is available for Christmas eve/birthday or Christmas day celebrations, except my Mom. This is the first time ever this has happened, and just when we have this big long table for everyone to sit down together at. The one I waited for years for. So yes, maybe I'm a little humbug-inclined this year.
I have started Fetching for myself and I'm edging towards this hat, because I think it goes with the Bainbridge scarf, the one with the button, although I am awfully fond of the Inga hat. But I find that when I finally get to sit down at the end of the day and pick up my knitting, a cat will jump up and snuggle in, demand a belly rub and the needles are put down and the cat is so soft and warm and...yep, I start to (yawn) lose the will to pick up the needles again. The kids think this is sad and really, who can blame them?
I'll be back soon when I have actual finished things, other than but including Christmas cookies which are being eaten at an alarming rate. There is sewing as well.
This could mean recipes from the former and cursing with the latter.
But I know Dear Blog, not to make hasty promises, I'm just hinting at maybe the end of the week.
I'll leave you with a Diggery photo. As you can see, the boy needs to relax and become part of the family.