a jolly, happy soul.

Sometimes you just get the urge to make something so unspeakably horrible that it ends up being fabulous.



Behold the horror that is a tiny snowman sweater.



Someone is going to be soooo lucky this Christmas!

like a fiend with his dope, or a drunkard his wine . . .

. . . I keep knitting stripey things.



To be fair, I knit the one pictured quite a while ago. It took rather a long-ass time, because it's laceweight and I have to pay a little more attention than I do with fingering.

Anyway, I decided yesterday that I might as well make the mate to this guy, because it's awfully cute, and the weather will probably get cold again eventually. I went looking for my notes, such as they were, and discovered that yep, I'd thrown them out. I am so clever!

So I just spent a bit of time figuring out what I'd done, and jotting it down in an actual notebook so I won't lose it again. Yay! And with season 3 of Burn Notice in my hot little hands, who knows, I may have two mitts much sooner than I could otherwise expect.

Or I might give these away and make myself another pair. The wrist and hand are maybe a little larger than I like for myself.

Not a stripe in the lot.

A random smattering of things I've been working on, offered without comment.