The shawl of amazing enormousness and impracticality is entirely sewn up now, and I'm picking away at hiding the ends. The 120 little ends . . . This is what I get for trying to mix Star Trek with Jane Austen. I have pretty much abandoned any hope of starting the other two projects that I had planned for the Starfleet Fiber Arts Corps, much less finishing them by the end of August. It's the 25th already! Four more months until Christmas! How did this happen?
I did start the Bloody Stupid Johnson hat, and despite a few setbacks and a great deal of frogging, it's almost half-finished. I don't think I'll finish it in time, but I just hope it fits this time. I'm running out of regular-sized-headed friends to unload hats on.
I also started another design for a baby hat. Technically it's a pattern that several other people have already designed, but not to the specification that I need, so I'm making my own. It should be absurdly adorable, if a bit cliched by now.
It's also a surprise, so no peeking.