…because I clearly couldn’t actually finish anything to save my life, right now. I’m appalled to discover it’s been nearly three weeks, because I don’t even have one finished sock to show you folks, let alone two.
The new version of Rivendell does seem to be a keeper, though. (Yes, for the observant, I tweaked the pattern some.) I look forward to wearing them this fall, definitely. I’m sure my feet will have un-swelled enough by then.
I also started a shawl out of my Sundara fingering silky merino, because working on size 6 needles seems to be better for the carpal tunnel than working on the teeny dpns:
It’s flower basket, and I’m just loving the way it’s turning out. As always with Ms. Clark, the pattern is extraordinarily clear and produces a lovely result. The yarn doesn’t hurt either, of course.
And sewing doesn’t seem to be bothering me at all, so I’m almost done with my first solo quilting project.
The jury’s still out on it. I think, technically, it’s fine, but it’s far less to my taste than I imagined. I’m super-excited about the next quilting project, though. Isn’t that always the way with a new hobby? Initial excitement gives way to a bit of disappointment that it’s not as easy as you thought gives way to even bigger excitement about the next thing, because you’ve learned so much?
Or is that just me?