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Somebody stop me!

We have had some very chilly weather around here which makes the knitting habit so lovely. Not only do I get to sit around and play with warm fiber but I have a selection of delicious knitted goodies to choose from when I step outside.

How cold has it been? Well, the river is starting to freeze. I've never seen that happen. But here is the waterfall:

frozen waterfall

And here is a show of all the ice around the beach and floating along the surface of the river:

We are supposed to have an ice storm here so keep your fingers crossed. I am stocked up on people and dog food and have tons of water and firewood. I think I'm good to go. I'll just knit and wrap presents and endlessly use this as an excuse for why gifts and cards are late. Milk it as much as possible!

Looking at the knitting front. I was pawing through one of my storage containers and started to get extremely irritated with all the abandoned projects I found. I'm continuously amazed that I have to keep buying needles but it is because I leave projects on the needles (in some demented denial that I'm not going to pick it right back up again) and then stash the project only to be uncovered a year later while looking for a stash of chunky yarn for baby sweaters (the deadline is drawing close, I've resorted to big yarn and big needles to make it go faster!)

This is what I found in just two storage containers:

(clockwise from lower left: fuzzy Christmas scarf, ruffly baby had, Christmas stocking started last year, hat, shawl, hat ruffles scarf, pair of socks, lace scarf, mock ribbed scarf from last Christmas also, pair of baby socks, pair of socks, scarf)

Knitterly friends of mine often ask how many projects I have going at once. Little do they know the level of my sickness!

By the way, my solution to this horrific site? Cram them all into one bag and vow that once the holidays are over I will finish them or unravel them. I'm ignoring the fact that after the holidays I have six birthdays in the first three months of the year.

By the way, in defense of me, the ruffly pink baby hat was unraveled as the baby I was making it for originally is now three years old. I still have to make her something. I'm thinking something in chunky yarn...