Raging Startitis

For the first time in my short knitting career, I have FIVE projects going at once. I would love to say it's because I'm a talented knitter with the awesome ability to multitask, but unfortunately it's because I can't concentrate on one thing long enough at the moment.

Among the new projects currently on the needles:

The Buttony Sweater.



I've loved this sweater for ages, bought the perfect yarn, cast on and started. A couple inches into the thing I'm looking at it, thinking, this doesn't look right. I only put three stitch markers indicating the raglan increases. Yup, I'm an idiot. Obviously I need something seriously mindless to work on right now. Actually, now that I am writing this down, I realize that Gina did almost the same thing at Grandview last year with Ian's sweater. I remember we all took turns ripping it out because she was almost about to separate the sleeves and couldn't bear to do it herself without crying. I love knitters.

Socks for the boy:



Okay, I did finish one pair in Knitpicks Felici. I loved working with this yarn. It is really so super soft. I did not love the pilling. Awful, yucky pilling. He wore them right off the needles, to bed that night, and with his sandals the entire following day (okay, we'll work on his fashion sense). They are truly soft comfy socks. I wouldn't use these to make a pair for myself, but for kids, the yarn is okay. Plus, it only took one ball to make a short legged pair for him, so, bonus.

I started a second pair in Regia. Much less soft, but really substantial sock yarn. He picked out his own color for this one. It's not what I would have picked, but nice.



A new wallaby, in cotton. More specifically, Fantasy Naturale in a grey, olive green and beige colorway.

I bought this yarn specifically to make a wallaby for him because I loved the color combo. I did not, however, pay attention to stitch gauge, and ended up casting on for the size 8, on size 8 needles. When I got six inches into the sweater where you start the pocket, I thought that I'd try it on him for size. Why don't I swatch? Not only was it waaaaaaaaay to big for him, it actually fit me! And I'm not the size of an eight-year-old. Rip out sweater, check. Cast on fewer stitches, check. On smaller needles, check. Did I swatch this time? Not really. Someday I'll learn.

In addition to the above, I cast on for a new felted bag to cater to my instant gratification needs, and a pair of baby booties. Neither is finished. I can't even finish a baby bootee. What the hell? I haven't touched the Children of the Lir stole either, but I'll get back to it soon.