I got a little case of startitis in the sock department. Yes, folks, what you have here is 7 pairs of socks in various stages of completion. I confess. And I was thinking of casting on another!
I thought I'd better drag them all out and confront my addiction.
Okay, no more until these are done! I swear!
Actually, my sickness comes in complimentary waves--first I'll get startitus, but then I'll get a real, raging wave of finishitis! Makes you feel so proud (the finishitis, that is!)
I feel the latter coming on. Finished Fred's cable (a new pattern in test, so I can't show it off!), and now I am off to get back to work on my grandson's Guernsey. He's the only one getting anything handknit for Christmas! I don't really do that stuff anymore. People just get things randomly throughout the year--IF they get it, right, folks?
Figheadh sona dhut!