Finishing stuff...

Apparently being nervous and freaked out is helping me get around to finishing some things.

I finished a cowl I had started. Not sure who it will be for, but it's a Christmas present. I just need to find the right recipient. (normally this is not how i do things but it wouldn't let me not knit it, you know how that is).





Then I started and finished a toque for my coworker. This is not a Christmas gift, this is a "thank you for the crazy-generous gift of yarn you gave me" gift.





I used some not-me-at-all-PINK yarn I had spun (the softest squishiest yarn I've ever spun) and the Snappy Hat pattern from Picnic Knits (Link is here). I love how it turned out. I have a little bit left of the yarn so I might do a pom pom or somethign to embellish it (a flower maybe?).

AND I finished the Monkeys. I need to wash them and then wrap them quick or they'll end up in my sock drawer...


After I finished the monkeys I cast on for a pair of socks for me. I needed to keep moving last night while waiting for news. The Boy asked me what i was doing and said "Don't you have Christmas Knitting to do?" I explained that I needed something to take with me and I needed to just be doing something and why can't I make socks for myself. He said "You should be making something for me! A toque! Why don't you ever make me a toque?"

To which, jaw agape, I said "Excuse me? I made you TWO toques!!" He said "No, you made me ONE." I glared at him, astonished at his NERVE (i wasn't really mad but really, dude...) and then he said "Oh, right. Two. Well, you should make me another???" in that hopeful little boy voice they all seem to be able to pull out when they need to be cute.

So I'm making myself some socks from the Knit Picks Essential Kettle Dyed. Simple garter rib. Mindless comfort knitting.

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Mom update: The CT scan (or CAT? I don't know the right terminology) showed "several" tumors. My information was all relayed through s couple of people so some of the details are unclear. It sounds like the biggest tumors are compressing the speech center and this is causing the current symptoms. She is seeing an ocologist today and we should know more about the plan of attack soon.

They treated her with steroids and there was some improvement today. I talked with my sister who had been there with her and said that Mom's spirits seemed good, in spite of the difficulties with communicating.

Knowing what it is doesn't help as much as I thought it would, but... at least we know. Thanks again and please keep praying.