I had good intentions to write a blog post this weekend. I was going to talk about the serious case of startitis I've got, driven by the November wind and a desire for warm woolies. I want a chullo, maybe a Thorpe, for keeping my ears warm when I walk the dog, and a new pair of slippers, snugger than the felted clogs. But what's on the needles are oodles of socks and some Christmas gifties.
I was going to take photos to show you the socks, and talk about the my latest crush, Stephenie van der Linden. Her book Around the World in 26 Socks has fed my fever and I've cast on multiple socks from her book. Two have stuck, one having the neatest and easiest short row heel I have ever worked. Ever. The other one the first stranded sock pattern I have worked that actually fits my foot. I'm so thrilled and it's so beautiful, I can't wait to show it off! But I don't have any pictures.
Why? Well, because our home renovation project ate my blog post. This is the biggest UFO of them all and as much as a new hat will keep me warm, a finished house will be even better.
And just for the record, I'm not the one doing the work, it's this goof-ball:
I just have to take on his share of the weekend chores in addition to my own and that's what's left me so pooped.