Life continues to be absolutely crazy. I told my husband the other day that I have a fantasy, which made him perk up his ears. My fantasy involves a cabin in the woods with a woodburning fireplace. I'd like to sit in front of a fire for days and do nothing but knit, read, nap and drink wine. It wasn't exactly what Ed was hoping I'd say, but he said he'll try to find me place to escape to for a weekend.
I've been doing a little knitting. I made the Raceback Tee for Kristin. The pattern was from Knitty.
Over the summer I lost my friend who had been battling leukemia. His family is having a rough time since he passed. I made a shawl for his widow, but I'm not happy with how tightly I cast on and bound off. The edges are curling. I'll give it to her, but it won't be able to be used as I intended. I wanted something she could wrap herself in when she needed a hug. I'll give her something else this winter.
A few of my other WIPs are chugging along. The Taize wrap is over half way done. A friend gave me several cones of wool that he had in his stash. He was gifted the cones from a friend who found them at a thrift shop. They are fingering weight. The wool is rather coarse so I'm guessing they were meant for weaving rather than knitting.