WHAMMO! You turn into a WIP finishing machine.
Well, that's what happened to me. Look at this:
Socks. With beads.
More lavender/purple than in the picture, and the beads are slightly iridescent. I love these socks.
Then, some socks for my sister. Maybe they're not quite 100% the same size (let them lie for months, didn't take notes), but they should still fit. And Opal Regenwald in Hummel sure makes for pretty stripes.
And then... the Dad Sweater. Still not red. It's burgundy, burgundy, burgundy. Now someone go tell my camera.
Sideways, because getting a good shot required some contortions on my part:
And from t he front:
Not blocked yet, but otherwise assembled and ready to go. Now, I'm hoping it fits... 50" for a 44" chest is quite a bit of positive ease, now that I look at it. sure, it's supposed to be loose and comfy, but I hope the Enormous Sweater Curse doesn't continue.
I guess this is what happens when work stress picks up: suddenly, all sorts of WIPs get finished. It's like that time you're supposed to be studying for an exam but end up cleaning your room instead. Who knew vacuuming and dusting could be so much fun, right?