January Grays

A part of me is still a California girl at heart, especially in January.  I don't mind the cold weather, and I actually like snow, but January can a drain on anyone's cheerfulness.  After the bustle and colorful lights of December, January just seems so . . .  Janaury.  The weather is colder, the sky grayer, and there is not much to look forward to until spring. 

This year, it seemed like my knitting was gray too.  I was working on my brother's Smittens, in gray.  I was working on the last few inches of Celtic Sage, which is in a lovely sage green, but looked boringly gray.   Even my Wirbel was in a gray section of the color palette. 

I don't know what happened.  I have so many other things in progress.  So many shawls.  Pretty shawls.  Lovely colors, in beautiful designs.  Then this brightly rainbow ball of yarn jumped into my hands, and the next thing I know, I was knitting.  Making the pattern up as I went. 

Don't judge me. 

Today, it is all about the antidote to January. 

Down to the Wire

 Christmas knitting went down to the last minute this year, far more than normal.  I had an extra pair to make, but I had a good head start.  The first pair finished in record time.  The second pair was for my Sweetie's aunt, and I wanted to get it to her before the start of hunting season.  (Shotgun, to be specific.  Bow season started October 1st, but it was way too warm then to hunt for deer.) 

The third pair went much slower.   By last week before the kids were off school, I had barely started the last mitt.  The day before they had to deliver to their teachers, I still had half a mitt to go. 

I am pleased to announce, I DID finish in time.  Cast off around 10pm the night before. 

Just in time for delivery.   Both boys reported happy responses from their respective teachers.  So that makes the last minute deadline worth it. 

Today, it is all about the met deadlines.