I keep knitting but they don't get any longer. The yarn balls are getting smaller but I am starting to wonder. Man socks are something else. They live in their own reality.
Same thing with my latest Pimpeliesse. It's pretty much all one color so it's dragging on. Stripes seem to go so much faster.
I can see progress in the Little Bubbles sleeve. I should have had this finished by now but I am taking my time because I am dreading picking up the stitches for the front bands because I am so bad at it.
Then there is this. My closet floor is empty since I finished the giant blanket so I pulled out the Altheda pullover to take its place.
It's the one made of the unspun Lopi I had mailed from Iceland last winter. I had to put it away because, well....Lopi. It's the definition of itchy and scratchy when the weather is warm but it's your best friend in the cold.