December. Lots of joy. Lots of celebration. Lots of things to do.
Today I'm home and I hope to get some cards addressed. This year I am determined to use up some leftovers I keep saving. Only that small box on the left with the snowy, woodsy scene is new.
Hopefully any recipient who receives the same card as last year will have as poor a memory as mine and not recall. It's the thought that counts, right?
There is some knitting to be done around here. There is a basic triangular shawl that is almost done and hasn't even made an appearance here yet. I'm puzzling over the edging just now.
And no sooner than I had mailed off the pair of zigzag socks, than I heard that a nephew would sure like a new pair of wool socks.
It's been over two years since I made him the first pair. Turns out he loves them. Well that is just the kind of thing that sends a knitter rushing to the LYS for yarn.
I came home with basic Regia. Hardwearing and washer/dryer safe. No way a college boy is going to bother with handwashing.
Cuff on sock one is complete and I can't tell you how much I'd rather be sitting and knitting the heel than addressing cards.