Later that night...

I have reached the top of the French Market Bag. I have kitchenered the handles. All that's left is loose ends and felting. This bag has lived with me since July 27. I am the slowest knitter in the world. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I will never willingly enter a knitalong.

Fear of Blogging

I haven't posted for too long. New job madness has something to do with it, have had less time to knit, but to be honest it's mostly Fear of Blogging. I have, however, resolved that technophobia will not get the best of me. Still slogging my way to the top of The Bag That Never Ends, also have a pair of mittens on the needles for quicker gratification. And newly inspired by the fact that next week I'll have a Knitters Review Secret Pal! Looking forward to giving and receiving...

Dickensian Work Gloves Based on another project from Weekend Knits. My office was so cold last winter I could see my breath; everytime I wore these I felt like a Victorian orphan in the workhouse, hence the name. Speaking of workers, to commemorate the departure of the Republican convention and in honor of knitting anarchists everywhere, I present the following, courtesy of Chumbawamba.

This is the bag that never ends...

nascent french market On the needles now. Speaking of subdued, it's hard to believe that this bucket of mud will ever turn into something resembling this. Acres and acres of stockinette--I am convinced that knitting demons are frogging my work in the middle of the night. Will I ever reach the top? Stay tuned.

Booga Bag

Booga Bag Another summer vacation project. I find myself alarmingly susceptible to knitting trends (must. resist. poncho.) although I'm generally a year late and several stitches short of everyone else. This is definitely a fad worth following--great pattern, free here (thanks, Julie). Lots of knitting lessons in a small package and helped me overcome my Fear of Felting. I used the recommended Noro Kureyon, a wonderful page-turner of a yarn (will I get to that red stripe before I reach the top?); next time I'll try to break out of my subdued-tones straightjacket.