The Shame, part 2:
A complexly cabled sweater I said I'd finish for an old lady (my mom's friend's mother-in-law) when she moved to a care home and could no longer knit. I did a big swatch & matched her gauge, & started to work on a sleeve, and then she died. She died before I finished her sweater, y'all, that's how bad my procrastination failed us all.
In my defense, she was 94 to begin with. Her family said they'd like to have the sweater as a keepsake, and she'd done like 70% of it anyway, so I will be finishing it. Now there's no "deadline", though, and I haven't worked on it in a while.
On the left, a sweater I was unravelling for the yarn (Fishermen's Wool) and didn't finish, plus more unidentified scraps & balls.
On the right, an unfinished shawl that I'll probably frog bc it's acrylic anyway & I'd rather have those needles back for something else. Or I could finish it; idk. A fingerless glove that I lost the mate to, years ago, but I liked them so much I still think I might remake it one day. And a bag of very fine, very tangled wool yarn (Haapsalu) that was broken in several places, & I need to finish winding it into little balls.
Left: Bags of hexipuffs I haven't worked on in quite some time. Yes, plural bags; there's a second one behind.
Right: One of several fleeces I need to finish sorting, washing, carding, spinning. One is already mostly clean, in the folded-up drying rack. Another is partially spun. I think there's two still in the closet, untouched.
