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What is the Christmas season without knitting commissions? This year's were remarkably sensical. Someone saw the gloves I wore camping and wanted some... by "some," I mean five pairs. In shades of grey. I understand on a cognitive level that a lot of (most?) people like neutral colors for things like outerwear, but also, I have resolved to start adding an up charge for boring colors. I'll still make it for you. But you're going to have to pay extra for the bleh. These Understory Mitts came out quite classy, grey and all, and gratifyingly when I gave them to her at a holiday gathering, they were much admired but no one else put in an order.


Next I spent a week making a shop sample for Kandy. This Cowlmazoo was a pleasant knit, to the point that when I gave it back to her I picked out some yarn to make one for myself (which went into my hibernation basket for this winter).



Last but definitely not least, I finished the Exchange Wrap I've been working on since August! This is the most expensive project I've ever done, and I think also the biggest in terms of hours put into it (over 1000 - I did the math more than once because it didn't sound right). And it was worth it. So so worth it. I love being wrapped up in a big squishy rainbow and my only regret is that I finished it during a winter heat wave and can't really wear it right now without sweating. But its time will come, and I'll be ready!
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