Pictureless, alas.
So I still haven't managed to get my act together with the photos. Which is not a good thing, as I have yet another pair of socks to add to that list (I finished my Spey Valley socks) and Nick's sweater looming close on the I-only-have-to-put-in-the-zipper horizon.
Next up will be the secret holiday Endpaper Mits, which I can talk about freely, as the recipient doesn't even know about this blog, let alone read it. The will be knit just like mine, excepting pink shall be substituted for blue. I think the gift-receiver will be most pleased.
After that are the socks for which I only have one ball. I don't know if said socks shall be knit in that colourway, or if I shall buy two balls of a new colour, so as to have a matching dye lot. I think I must have bought that first ball about three years ago. It sounds very mysterious I'm sure, and for good reason. The recipient of that gift is indeed aware of this blog, and I can't chance word of either the pattern or anything else getting out. So they shall remain the Very Mysterious Socks.
Um... I should quite like to add a hat in there, too, as my head is getting quite chilly when I happen to have the mischance of being outside. I don't quite know what pattern said hat shall take; I have been considering Le Slouch, or Urchin, or a hat that looks very similar to the Lily of the Valley by FishFish designs (although my swatches are magnificently refusing to turn out right. That ruffle! I tried two flat swatches and I think that's my problem: the wide bit after the increase row doesn't ruffle, it just spreads out. I'm going to try one more swatch, this time in the round before I give up this way of ruffling. End of parenthetical.).
I would like to finish my self-designed lacey scarf before Christmas, but I'm not too sure about how that'll go. At this point, I'm just looking forward to getting what I have planned done. I also need to make up some more dishcloths (about six, I think) and if I reserve weekend knitting time for those I might just finish them before the semester's over.
Speaking of the semester, I'm so tired of school. I'm ready to be done. It's not that I don't feel like I'm learning, it's that I don't feel like I have anything left over to be creative for myself. Honestly, the only thing I'm doing is knitting, and I make it sound like I'm doing more of that than I actually am. I'm not drawing or sewing (except when I have a commission, because I'm incapable of turning away money). Hell, I just started my first new book in almost four months the other night (Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It's pretty awesome.) and I haven't picked it up again since I was waiting for Nick's flight to come in on Friday.
I feel like it takes me forever to get anything done, even for school, and I'm just so drained and sick-feeling all the time that I'm incapable of creativity.
Ugh. Enough self-pity. Semester's nearly over and hopefully the break will rejuvenate me. I'm looking into yarn suppliers so I can resume work on Cloven Pine in the new year (hopefully sooner!). I have a feeling that I'm going to have to choose between knitting and drawing (or rather, a career in fiber versus a career in art), as I don't have enough time for the both of them. In the short run, at least. I'm not really sure which way I want to go.