Like most years, I had big plans for holiday knitting. And, just as in those other years, they all got pushed to the back burner, where they sit in assorted knitting bags. I can't even get up the initiative to finish a sweater for myself. All I need to do is knit the sleeves and put the thing together. After all, it's been in the 50s and 60s here in Upstate New York, not exactly winter weather--and only a week until Christmas.
I have done some knitting, off and on. I wanted something that I could work on in short spurts, so I'm doing an afghan made up of individual squares that are then put together. Oh, oh. There's that "put together" thing again.