I knew things were calming down around here because I had time over the weekend to finish the Man Socks (there was enough yarn!!) and another sock too...
... but I didn't realize just how crazy things have been for me over the last eight months or so until I saw how many socks I'd knit and not finished.
Holy plethora of colours, Batman. I remember the frantic sock action, the desperate need for plain knitting to calm me down so I could get through all the packing and shedding and condo renovation and construction preparation. But it had to be pretty bad if I couldn't even get around to running in the ends for the moral victory of a finished pair - not just once or twice but more like ten times.
I've been weeding out socks that are a bit too short for me and the gap in my supply, combined with cooler temperatures, means I really need to get these new longer ones ready for their first bath. Still: when you have this many, it takes forever.
I got two and a half pairs done: barely a dent.
Never mind all the ends I have to deal with, I still have to graft a bunch of toes!
And get half of one pair all the way to its heel before I can even finish the foot.
Its pair's toe is grafted, and here this one sits, waiting for another movie outing.
Still, it's progress. I have all the mostly-done socks out of their various storage cubbies, and I have a plan, and a quiet nest for nighttime knitting, and a lot of costume dramas on DVD to keep me occupied while I knock down the To Do list.
Speaking of which: there are about six productive weeks left till Christmas. Should I even try some Christmas knits this time, I wonder? I mean, it's not Christmas without at least some handmade, is it - even in a renovation year?