Since the ridiculous, monstrous, ludicrous, in-what-crazy-state-of-inebriation-did-I-conceive-this-idea stained glass window afghan was finished, and also since the large crochet hippo settled in to life here in the old brewery, I’ve been picking at various projects in a desultory way. There’s a jumper* in the background that gets a bit of attention late at night. There’s yarn-bombing the outside of the house, very much a work in progress over the breakfast table. (Trust me, there will be photos soon.) There are sample pieces of stranded knitting for a tutorial I’ll be posting soon:-
And there’s a dress for my lovely cousin’s imminent baby arrival:-
Yeah, the baby will need to grow a tad to fit into this, unless she wants to get lost somewhere amongst the hem ruffles, but I figured that everyone gives you newborn stuff when you have a baby, so I’d look ahead a bit.
Can you tell that I don’t really like picking at little projects? I like a big, meaty, over-ambitious project
to complain about. Ah well, I’m sure I’ll find something soon.
*translation for North American folks: sweater.