The itch that shall not be named is pretty much history except for one elbow. That's where it was the worst and it's healing but not fast enough. It's a scabby mess. I really want to get back to the woolly stuff but I just can't pick it up quite yet.
I'm making myself happy today just thinking about my knits in progress. I've got two sweaters going.
A mitten whose thumb really should have been done by now.
This giant blanket needs just two more skinny border ends to be a done deal.
I could be working on Brickless because it's all cotton but I hate it. That unplied cotton yarn is the devil.
Everyone seems to be working on hats and I have the wool I spun and dyed for the TdF to make one but have no desire to touch that Shetland right now. There's not enough Benedryl in the world.
I could cast on some socks-but I don't want to. This is not sock weather. It's sweater weather and I want to knit something big.
Then there is the pretty stuff Daughter just gifted me from Vegas. I guess I really don't want to knit just yet but it's making me happy just looking at it. From a distance.