During the past two months, you guys have gotten totally the wrong idea about me. You've watched me knit crazy things without wavering, and finish them on time (barely) and generally have my act together.
That is so, so not the case.
I have the attention span of a gnat. To prove it, here's what I've worked on in the past two days:
The wrap. This is a major project and is about 1/3 done. (I pray that it does the usual deal and lengthens dramatically when it hits water, or I am doomed.) The vertical lines are actually columns of eyelets I plan to thread silk ribbon through. It's a wool-alpaca blend; should be nice and warm. I really, really, really don't want to have to buy more yarn for it.
I lost my head last night and did a swatch with the new cotton yarn I bought. You know, the stuff I'm not going to get to until mid-January at the earliest, possibly later. Of course I needed a swatch of it. Yes, that's a meiter. Let's not talk about that. I've lost my mind.
I'm also working on the swatch for the husbeast's Christmas sweater. I half-assedly designed a cable pattern for the sleeve/shoulder strap, but it's so simple I'm sure someone else in the history of knitting has come up with it before now.
And then there's the gauge swatch for the arch-shaped socks I want to knit for MEMEME:
...okay, I haven't gotten to that one yet. Probably tonight.
And I saved Sekhmet from the baby a couple dozen times, until the cat figured out that the safest place in the house is inside the Pack-and-Play, so long as the baby is OUTSIDE it.
I'm also trying to cook a pot roast. It's been going for about five hours now and it's still like a football. I hope to hell I haven't murdered an $11 chunk of cow. But how could I screw it up? You just cook the damn thing 'til it falls apart.
Still no word from the State Fair about how I did. Judging was Friday.