Why is that important things fall out my brain but totally inane things remain forever? If you must know my current earworm is Elmo singing about five. And the sand? Dude. I was doing laundry yesterday and I cleaned like half a cup of sand out of my washer. Yes, I live in Florida, but I live like 40 minutes from the beach for goodness sake.
Five sweaters. I have five sweaters on the needles. Four of them are nearly done. Not to confused with nearly dead. I'm trying to finish the Sandy Cardigan before the end of year (yes in 15 hours) but of course it won't happen. But if I keep working on it I can wear it this winter.
So you wanna hear my crazy (new) ambitious goal?
I wanna finish four sweaters in January!
I said it was crazy.
Sandy Cardigan - halfway through side 2, needs sleeve 2, collar and edging.
Mr. Greenjeans - needs sleeves and ribbing
Tomato - needs about 3 inches on the bottom and sleeve ribbing
Juliet - needs about six repeats of the lace pattern
I honestly think this is doable, plus it would make me feel way better about my pile of wips.
Oh wait. You want an update on the goals I made less than a week ago? You're silly.
Fuzzy Feet still need a bath
Celtic Tote is completely knitted. Needs seaming (no biggie) and embroidery (which is sucking the life out of me!)
Splash Scarf is no more.
Block 6 of the MQW is done and the bag o'yarn is back with Kathe and off my wip list for the near future.
Sooper Seekrit had to be frogged. Not enough yarn for the pattern I chose.
So there you have it. I'm working on stuff, and I haven't cast on anything new. My official wip count is fourteen. By the end of January I should be down to eight, not counting if I cast on. Which is just awesome. In theory anyway.