I have been working on many different things the past couple weeks. Like this skirt.
And this aphgan
And this scarf. (for those with good memories, yes, this is the second Gryffindor scarf. I have two boys, and once one had one for last year's Halloween costume, of course, the other wanted one too.) 
Of course, there is a complicated sock in progress, 
and a simpler sock,
And I am trying colorwork for the first time, so pillow in progress. 
The hunting mittens are nearly finished, except. . . .can you see the error?
What about now? Look closely at the finger flap. . . .One exposes the knit side, and the other exposes the purl side. Ooops. The current plan is to knit a mirror image twin pair, then let my sweetie choose which design he wants, then give the other to a soldier to be named later.
What I haven't been working on is the shawl. I know, I am down to casting off a coupel thousand stitches, and yet, I have been strangely avoiding it. I just can't bear to finish those last few stitches, and I use the word "few" in relative terms.
The weather is started to be cool at night and in the morning. In short, it is perfect shawl weather. And yet, my 99.5% finished shawl has been sitting crumpled on my nightstand untouched for the past two weeks, feeling like a neglected housewife. If I don't finish it soon, it will sue me for divorce.
Today, it is all about the avoidance.
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