I am up to my armpits in the Christmas knitting. The socks for Rick’s ma go…well, they were going fine until I hit the heel and tried to do my first short row heel and hit failure not once, not twice, but three times. The knitting time remaining is too short for that shit, and after I ripped it out for the third time, I went back to my standard heel flap. So, halfway through the first sock on that one.  At about the same place on Lori’s socks.

As for Puggy’s mittens…well, the gout in his fingers makes these difficult to size. I’m not sure his thumb will fit in the thumb of the mittens, and he doesn’t wear gloves now, so we have nothing to base them on. Rick keeps telling me he’ll be thrilled with the fact that I made him something whether they fit or not, but that doesn’t feel right to me. I mean, I spend time knitting things for people that they can use, not that they can look at and say “So nice. Wish I could use them.” I told Rick to get Puggy to draw me a hand turkey, but I doubt that’s going to happen. Knitting friends, what would you do?

Two weeks, and Rick’s second knit gift still needs to be cast on. I might be fucked, y’all.

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