I am knitting socks. I really am. In spite of the fact that I am planning a 4 year old's birthday party, holding down the fort while my husband works long hours, taking a toddler for shots and checkups, I really am knitting socks.
But my attention may be focused elsewhere at the moment. Take my Tempest, for example.
It's stocking stitch will occassional changes of colour and it's such a relief for my overworked mind.
I'll get back to those socks soon. I promise. If I don't start another Tempest in the mean time.