This is the bowl that sits near the couch and holds my knitting odds and ends, what is half done, what might come next. It's too small for everything currently so I also have a stack next to it....But wait, isn't that purplish ball of yarn on the top suppose to be a whole sock by now? Well, yes, it would be had I not ripped the whole thing out when I was almost 3/4 done with it. I managed to turn the heel. I managed to pick up the stitches along the heel flap clumsily but at that point several things went wrong. Not horribly wrong, but wrong enough to make me want to do it over rather than suffer through. I really, really like the yarn and want to have nice socks made out of it not weird socks made out of it.
I plan to cast on again this week.
There is a lot of cotton in there. When I was pregnant with Maya I was knitting a few things for her and I think had overblown aspirations of other things I was going to get done before she arrived. And in there somewhere this kind of cotton yarn must have been on sale. I have no recollection of buying it all, no idea what I thought I was going to make out of it. I blame it on hormones.
I have already made a couple of spring/fall hats for the kids out of the green and yellow (a modified version of this pattern). I have made each kid a washcloth out of the terracotta. And I still have all this cotton yarn left!
I sure hope it was a good sale.
Underneath in the back is a half done wash cloth made with the dusty pink cotton in this Raspberry Jam pattern. I have one done and enough yarn to (hopefully) make two more and will have a set of 3 for gift for someone.
The green and blue are leftover partial skeins that I am trying to figure something out for, they seem meant to be used together.
The maize yellow and terracotta are for the project pictured below. It's a sun dress for Maya. I have the back done (except the trim) and am working on the front. I think I am going to do a button on one shoulder due to the comments on the pattern I kept reading about the neck hole being small.





















































