First, socks, a pair of them:
I started these socks when I was first pregnant with bub2 and was so exhausted that it took the longest time to get the leg part of the 1st sock done. This put really bad karma on the whole socks-for-me vibe, even after my energy picked up. Apart from the fact that I am tired of doing stripe-y socks, and am going to lash out into a pattern requiring concentration soon...
Second, a baby blankie which was a fixit hiding in my stash. A perfectly fine pattern, finished, but Something had eaten bits of it in the 2 months between finishing it and DS Ian's arrival. Mending required. I was too heartbroken to do this for the longest time, and then realised that the holes did not affect the love with which it was made, and the thoughts hopes and dreams that you only have during your first pregnancy. It was supposed to be an heirloom anyway and now it just has that "heirloom" feel prematurely. I could not bear to throw it out. Here it is repaired and draped over my knitting chair:
and a close up of the border:
The velvet sofa covering is called "falling leaves", so its like "falling leaves on falling leaves", so to speak.
I'm dizzy with finishing!