I lost my nerve with the French Press Slippers when I discovered that my row gauge was way, way off. Maybe I'll endeavor to finish them, but they most likely will not be a Christmas gift this year. Instead I'm going to make Mom a pair of ChezPlum's Babouches, to commemorate our granny square evening and also because I think they're adorable. I have a pair started for myself, but I ran out of yarn after finishing the first half of the first slipper. This is actually exactly where I am on Mom's pair now, so here is a picture of what hers look like, if they were teal and lime green instead of plum and blue.
Her fingerless gloves are finished, ends woven in and all. They are sweet and dainty, and hopefully not too super-snug.
Jenn's mittens hit a snag (called gauge, surprise surprise), but before I realized that, I let Theo pose with the WIP.
In other news, I think my husband may be reading my journal. That doesn't bother me; it's mostly musings about Gabriel and loneliness, and other than perhaps the real depth of my feeling of isolation, it's nothing he doesn't know about already. I wrote last night about missing Gabriel, about my slow loss of sensitivity to not being around him (Ryan), missing being around Phillip, and my terror and sorrow about my Dad's declining health. I didn't mention it to him or my diary, but writing about it sent me into an intense sobbing fit that scared the cats out of the room. Perhaps it was childish of me, but why beat myself up about crying when there are so many other things to worry about?
At any rate, Ryan sent me a text today to tell me he misses me. That may carry me through the night.