Knitting at Glacial Speed

I can't seem to finish a project to save my life. After the distractions of December, I have returned to my Minimalist Cardigan with renewed enthusiasm and determination. Alas, no sooner did I finish the first sleeve this morning, than I realized I'd have to rip it back to the start of the cap shaping. With premeditation, I let my decreases form a vertical line of stockinette. I thought this was a logical and good thing, but I realize now that it's too disruptive to the moss stitch.

Then there's the second sock that has been mouldering on the needles for nearly a year. It was lost in action for a while. Since it is my "Grab when I'm heading out the door" project, I began to seriously fear it had be left behind at a soccer game, school planning meeting, dentist appointment or the like. I found it a few weeks ago when I was tearing up the house looking for something else I had misplaced. Yay! It came in handy last week as we sat through many soccer games during the annual Holiday Cup tournament. I made some knitting progress, but must admit as the games got more and more exciting, I did more clutching of my knitting in sweaty hands than actual knitting.

In between soccer games, I began craving lace and spent some time with my dormant melon stitch scarf. I would like to finish that and than get back to the lace stole I started last spring.

But as none of these knitting efforts is photo worthy, and I hate to post without a photo, I'll leave you with some images from our walk on the frozen Mendenhall Lake this afternoon. If you look closely, you might see a hand-knit or two.

Two hand knit hats, one scarf, an iceberg and a glacier.

Icebergs frozen in Mendenhall Lake.

Boy, hat, and glacier.

The Mendenhall Glacier, which, much like my knitting, is receding faster than it is advancing.

Happy New Year to all!