I have not been knitting lately, have not even picked up needles or thought about a project for nearly a month.
The last project that I finished was a set of Christmas stockings comissioned by one of Justin's bosses. I was to replicate a pattern that her mother-in-law had used to make stockings for all of her grandchildren, and a couple of children had been born since her death. I started with counting every stitch and rewriting the pattern, then had to make a couple of stockings. It was a tedious project, and in the end took far more time and energy then I was expecting. I was trying to complete them for her to send off for Christmaas, and running up against that deadline was not helping my frustration. In the end I sent them off with Justin without even taking pictures of them, so I don't have anything to show for the work that went into them, but that's OK. In the end, I am glad to have made them for her. Knowing that I was able to help extend a family tradition is pretty wonderful in its own right, whatever frustrations that I had along the way pale in comparison.
I was expecting to start a new knitting project right away when the stockings were done, to get the juices flowing and get back into working on something I was inspired by. Instead, I got back into the bathroom renovation (bottom photo) in full force, working on it for as many hours as I could stand it, in hopes that it would be finished some time soon. Between the exhaustion of physical labor and the mounds of construction dust that were accumulating in every nook and cranny of the house I just never got up the energy to start a new project, or to shrink wrap it every night so that it would remain workable. Now as the bathroom coming closer to being finished, I am contemplating what my next knitting project will be.



















