Well this is the sum total of the whole weekend's knitting. Not very impressive eh? There would have been at least another square, but when I went to press it this afternoon, I thought it looked rather big and not very square. Closer inspection revealed that it was in deed big and it was not square. Instead of 39 stitches, I had cast on 49. Bother. So I've got to pull that one down and start again.
I think I may call a halt to the WIP week now. I've worked hard on it and still have nothing finished. The mystery blanket is calling me, as is this Golden Wedding one. I'm longing to finish Carica. I have yet to do any more to Soho. Ensnared is almost finished. The zig zag anklet remains half done. So does the quiviut snoody sort of thing. I never have shown you the 50 miles of i-cord or what it's going to grow up into.
No, I am slowly becoming swamped by all of these things. So much I'm desperate to do, so little time to get them all done in. I'll probably do something different most nights but will let myself have a couple of days doing the same project.
Why can't I be one of these people who only ever have one project on the go. Why can't I get my arse into gear and shorten the school trousers. Why can't I win the lottery, give up work and knit all day? (And just in case any of you think I'd be bored knitting all day, no, I wouldn't be. I have far too many different things to do to get bored!)