1. I found out what happens when I decree that only WIPs and UFOs will be active until December 31st. I stop knitting.
2. I ripped the Baltic mitten thumb. I frogged until about three rows from where I wanted to end. I put the stitches back on the needle, and tinked the final row. And the next row. And the next row. After many rows, I still did not have the right colors in the right order.
I waited until I could present it to Obi-Wan Ruthobi. She of stranded mitten expertise rescued my sorry knitter's a**. (I apparently, despite my best efforts, was ripping back one color in preference to both. I still don't understand.) But I am back on track. I have just raised her Klout score by 0.002.
It means either I have to put in a lifeline in the future. Or never frog, only tink. But since that didn't work this time, I have to hope that Ruth never moves from Massachusetts. That is NOT good long term strategizing.
3. In a fit of pique, I began the Eleanor cowl. I was in Webs. (Yeah, you would think I would know better by now.) But I needed some stuff. Yarn. Specific yarn. Who would have guessed that I have almost no sportweight yarn in stash. I zoomed through the aisles, hiding my eyes, defeating my peripheral vision. Cascade Venezia (merino 70%, silk 25%) defeated my best efforts.
In a stunning display of iPhone expertise and self-control (sort of), I checked my Rav queue for sportweight projects. Eleanor cowl! Rather than buy three skeins, for "insurance" for whatever project I would have otherwise imagined for such lovely yarn, I bought ONE skein. For Eleanor. She is cast on, and I am somewhere into Chart B.
4. I have TWO MORE OUNCES to spin to complete my 6 pounds in 2012. I almost let it lapse, thinking, good enough for government work. Lynn (formerly unblogless, and now lapsed) chastised my slothful ways. She was right. I WOULD feel I had slacked if I did not formally finish the project. Someday, I will summarize all six pounds in pictures. (You know how it goes...the picture of the raw fiber is somewhere, the picture of the skein is somewhere else, and maybe it doesn't even exist, and then it all has to be found, and then it never happens. I am hoping I am wrong.)
5. I am finishing the last of four towels on the horrible cottolin warp. A temple helped immensely. When they are washed and finished, pictures will happen, and posting will be done. (Yes yes I know I still owe a Vavstuga post. It is getting closer. I have had a nasty busy December with work crap. All but the most urgent tasks in regular life are being postponed to past January 1.)
I cannot finish without recognizing that there were terrible ripples in the Force this week. I grieve with the families and their town.