I'm sorry I didn't 'feature' you on the 'Yarnalong' yesterday. I know you're worried. You are right. There IS a lot of competition for attention around this household lately. Maybe a bit too much.
Umaro found himself out of hibernation and kept me company though a couple of baseball games. But, you don't have to worry about him. It's much too hot again and he's back in hibernation, even though he's now big enough to pretend he's done and bedeck a chair back.
Little pumpkin socks reached the 1/2-way point. You know, one sock done. This is always a good place to pause. (Reason so many orphan socks live here.) So, don't worry about them. October is still pretty far away. (I didn't even cast on the second sock.)
Woodland shawl was fun when I discovered that the stash actually held a leaf-like color. But, the love has waned here.
The church pew shawl will get knit during Sunday school---on Sunday mornings. That's it. The end. (I really hate those big needles.)
The Mitered Cross Blanket may steal some attention now and again. It's portable; it's mindless. But, I know I'm in for the long haul here, so once, again----I wish you wouldn't panic so.
Funky Grandpa... ooooo, that might be a little different story....(I love you, Grandpa!!!! love, love, love, love!)
and Rachel has asked for a scarf to go with her hot pink winter coat...(I love her, too!!!!)
I think she might like these mittens as well. What do you think? (HUSH. Shame on you. Stop being so negative.)
But, Hitofude, YOU are the only one to get a knitalong. Karen and I won't let you down. Neither will all the other kind knitters who are joining us...to knit you, to cheer us on, to keep us company with other knits, and to just follow your progress.
I PROMISE (promise, promise, promise, promise, promise)....
that you will look much, much better by Tuesday, when you have your next photo shoot. Promise. But, remember. This is a knitalong, not a competition. There is no race; and no sprint to the finish line.
So, please. Stop the whining.