Last night, I embarked on the Central Park Hoodie, my first real true "lots of yarn so you better like it" sweater. And it's for me. All for me. So, four inches later, I have the ribbing for the back.
But upon closer examination, I realized that there are a few "purl not knit" stitches. No, there wasn't excessive drinking involved but dimmer light, friendly conversation with friends and a "it's just 2-by-2 rib so I don't need to pay attention" mindset.
Do I frog it or just harness the Wabi-Sabi that Allena talks so much about and say that these aren't imperfections but what makes this handknit? Decisions, decisions. Thankfully I have the Chevron Scarf and the Monkey socks to keep my hands occupied.
Speaking of Monkeys, here's sock number 1.
Thankfully after realizing that these will never fit my dear friend Joey [her feet are not terribly wide or long!], I picked lovely Dad for these earthy socks. Strange though - the heel was not a sl1, k1 heel. And, even though my ball band "claimed" that I had the same gauge as the pattern, I ended up with a sock big enough to be pants. Hmm...
And then, last but terribly not least, is my baby afghan. All done! My lovely coworker "Rebecca the seamstress in her former life" helped me with sewing a flannel backing on the blanket to finish it off. Thanks Rebecca! I am so proud!