I've momentarily abandoned all sock, hat, mitten, shawl and sweater knitting in favor of my newest passion--FELTED CLOGS! At least I'm hoping these will be a passion because I've purchased enough yarn for a baker's dozen of these nifty slippers. (That would be 70 balls of yarn).
Two pair are for pre-Christmas birthday gifts, ten are for Christmas gifts and one pair for ME. I got most of the yarn from KnitPicks, and the rest from Loops.
I have one pair done, except for felting . . .
And one pair in progress . . .
So, by the 20th of December I should have found my way to Felted Clog Hell. I have a different Holiday Hell for myself every year. . . the more memorable ones were:
bike shorts hell . . that year I made chamois-lined lycra cycling shorts for EVERYONE because the kids were so small, I couldn't buy any to fit. I re-drafted adult patterns to fit my pre-school kids. So, while I was at it everyone in my family who bikes got a pair, I made shorts for 10 people.
AND, there was apple pie hell. Kelly asked me to make apple pies for everyone in his department for Christmas. It was all fun and games until about pie 15 and I had 9 to go. 24 STUPID double crust apple pies. (for the record, there was NOT full disclosure on the number of pies to be made--the number sort of grew as the pie-making weekend progressed) Anyway, you can't start making homemade crusts and using fresh apples and go to frozen and canned implements. And, you can't decide at pie 15 this is too dumb--what do you do with 15 pies? You can't give pies to some and not others. You just have to keep making the stupid pies. I started Friday evening and by Sunday afternoon, I was ready to kill Kelly. Every freakin' flat surface in our house had pies cooling, and I was a wee bit cranky.
That's quite enough revelation of my nuttiness for one sitting--no need to re-live wire & bead bracelet hell, or cotton throw jacket hell right now.