I started January of 2008 with good intentions, and finished the sleeve of Innsvinget Ganser.
It never got sewn in, but I did finish it. That counts for something, I guess.
I learned to spin, or at least BEGAN learning to spin... I'm sure it's a lifetime thing.
I got my first iPod, and my second, which either drags me into the 21st century kicking and screaming, or makes me the last, oldest, person in the world to have one.
I hand-spun and knit a seamless sweater, which I promptly killed while trying to felt it in the washing machine; this was the only wear it got before going into the trash.
So I promptly made another one.
I interviewed the husbeast about my knitting, and he was his usual amusing self.
I felted a couple bowls, which I think was the only felted project this year that actually worked.
The felted bag I tried to make for a friend became a cat bed after something went horribly wrong in the washing machine... as usual.
I discovered Herbert Niebling (Alwen's fault), went on a rampage of pattern-buying, and found myself translating knitting patterns from German.
I developed a knitted crown pattern (link in the sidebar, under 'patterns').
I knit a BSJ that's still lurking in the Yarn Pit, apparently for the hell of it... Does anyone remember me knitting this? I've got vague memories but without the photo and the thing in the closet I don't think there'd be a scrap of brain spark over it.
And I hand-dyed, hand spun, and knit one of Norah Gaugahn's hexagonal jackets. For me.
Otherwise, I survived raising a three year old, musical doctors at the Air Force base, carpet beetles, and anonymous hate comments from Fifth Avenue (I don't think that last one will ever get old). All together, for me, it was a fairly good year. Reasonably good health, reasonably stable finances, good books, good wool, good friends.
Oh, and we went from this:
Which kind of makes my head hurt, but it's the natural scheme of things, so I try to roll with it. (That's my brother's wife and son in the second photo with her; my nephew is the Goober's favorite family member, and it's entirely mutual. He's wonderful with her.)
Due to the husbeast's upcoming retirement in September of 2009, we already know this coming year is probably gonna suck. Even if everything falls out exactly as we planned and he gets a dream job and we get a dream house, we still have to move hundreds or thousands of miles and he has to change jobs and the Goober and I have to entirely shift our routines. Even with good results, the process is stressful. So brace for more bitching in the coming year.
If that's possible.
Here's to health, good fortune, and good knitting in 2009, for all of us.