I've spent most of the past couple of nights starting projects only to RIP them out after an hour or two. May they Rest In Peace.
The focus of my attention has been baby socks. Surely this little girl needs to have some hand knitted socks, especially from her Momma who always has socks on the needles. We had a yarn swap on Friday night and Sarah gave me some leftover Socks That Rock in the Watermelon Tourmaline colorway that is perfect for this!
Perhaps I should learn from my experiences here and therefore make my life so much easier, but I'm determined that I don't need a pattern for this. I've made over a dozen pairs of socks and the basic pattern is rooted deeply in my mind. I can wing it, right? Apparently not, because I've now made 4 first socks to the point of being able to kitchener the toe only to realize that the sock I've created could almost fit my 3 year old.
Part of my issue is that I've forgotten just how big... erhm, small... little baby feet are. I could try to judge it based on what I'm feeling from all this movement going on in me, but I'm pretty sure that that's not accurate since she doesn't have feet the size of her Dad's.