Tell me the truth. Is this getting out of hand, or does it look about right? (Something tells me I am asking the wrong crowd.)
Counterclockwise from top left (ETA: As Ida so kindly pointed out, my description is running CLOCKWISE, not COUNTERclockwise. Oy.)
1. Surprise object
2. Croc sock
3. Koigu sweater ("Beth" as I recall? How bad is that? Can I even find the pattern anymore? Yes, actually, I'm just joshin' ya. I know I can. It's "Beth" in....uhmmmm.....some Rowan magazine. That narrows it down, right?)
4. Ribby Cardi in "raisin" and "rhubarb" Mission Falls 1824 wool. I would REALLY like to be wearing this NOW. The fronts are left to be completed.
5. Gift thrummed mitten of my own handspun. WHY is this not yet done? It's a mystery.
6. David's *ahem* birthday sock in the heavyweight Vermont wool/mohair blend. His birthday was in November. Notice I said sock singular. I dunno, is this considered alienation of affection?
7. Must Have Cardi. I am the cohostess of the Must Have Too KnitAlong. Pathetic. And oh, how I love that yarn (it's a discontinued Italian merino called "Amawalk Tweed" in a scrumptious burnished orange-red with flecks of moss green and yellow-gold, darker red-orange and even the occasional unexpected pink. I love this yarn.), and oh how beautiful I think the cardi is going to be. Why, Norma, WHY is it languishing?!
8. Orange Koigu Feather & Fan sock. That's moving right along. *cough*
Thanks to the modern wonder of the estrogen patch, I am feeling like myself again. May I hear a woo? and also a hoo? (thanks, Mama, for one of my favorite phrases...) So I took advantage of the energy and good, healthy feelings to do some heavy-duty (aka "spring") cleaning of part of the house, a spit and a promise on the rest, and then welcomed Abigail home for spring break with a special meal last night. As a consequence, no knitting got done. But I did read a snippet more of The Conjurer's Bird. Well, a bit more than a snippet. I'm about halfway done. I'm positively captivated by the mystery, the story-telling method keeps me on my toes, and I love the rich way the relationships are developing between the characters. Such longing.
And p.s. Did I mention, I FEEL GOOD! Yay for estrogen! Boo for getting old. (drop in estrogen is, it turns out, what is responsible for the headaches and the general feelings of malaise.) Replacement of the estrogen is controversial, and something I have wanted to avoid, but the latest research suggests that doing it as I'm doing it -- estrogen only, and not with any other hormones -- and starting early -- i.e., before menopause -- at small doses, may be the way to do it to lessen the risk. At least this is the "truth" I wish to believe at this point in time. As of course we all know, the truth keeps changing. But I've decided that I just can't live with the headaches and the other ill feelings, so the patches it will continue to be....