“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille…”
Yes, I have been knitting dishcloths when I should have been working on UFOs.
Should, schmould, whatever.
I wanted to be able to grab a clean dishcloth every day during the summer when they get stinky so fast. So shoot me.
On a positive note, I took a close look at a pair of 90%-done, unblogged slippers that I lost interest in, and decided that, contrary to my earlier opinion, they do not look weird. I can now happily spend one evening knitting the toe of the second one, weaving in the ends, and sticking a fork in them. (Not mention freeing up a needle!)
On the afghan front — a front that stretches from Gibralter to Volgograd, two large afghans being the [peaceful] rough equivalent of several world wars — I examined the plaid one under a really good light and decided that, contrary to my earlier opinion, I had not mixed up the two dark-ish blue yarns. It is now good to continue and has again taken up residence next to my knitting chair. Only one-third of that one left to go. I have been picking up the other one occasionally; it now has another 1-1/4 *logs* completed since the linked photo was taken. There is still a remote possibility I could finish them both by Christmas 2016.
Moral: tis a good thing to re-examine one’s former opinions occasionally.