The scarf, it is done.
Done, done, done. Ends woven in and all. On the right, you can see one of my cats, Theo, or at least as little of him as I could avoid photographing, despite lots of shoving and chastising.
Fine, I told him. You want to be in the picture? You're going to work for it.
All that work to get a modelling gig and the cat wouldn't even look at the camera. Granted, my pretzels had just fallen on the floor, and nothing grabs my cats' attention like falling food.
So I started Laura's hat, and then ripped it out and started again with a larger hook, the result being a crown that was in no way visibly larger than its predecessor.
I hate this job.
Mom's fingerless gloves are on needles. Interestingly enough, the result of using too fine of a yarn and too large of needles is matching gauge exactly, and yet the darn things still look too small. I think I may need a break, but it's December the First, and there are only 24 days left until Christmas.
Needless to say, these are the only gifts I've made any progress on. I have no idea what I'm getting for anyone else.
Oh, I made the perhaps foolish decision to stop worrying about felting the slippers and give them to my mom unfelted, as a gag, and then felt them with her there to make sure they come out right size (theoretically). The only problem with this scenario is that she has a front-loading washing machine, which are notoriously unreliable for the felting process. I think I shall turn it into a multi-layered gift. As in, "With these crazy huge slippers comes the promise that you can visit me for a change (where there is a top-loader), without any hemming or hawing on my part (just lots of hectic cleaning)." It will be a kick in the pants for me to actually clean my house, which I should do anyway seeing as there is a baby coming in four months or so.