Knitty the Impaler

Stormwind Map:

Poor Stormwind is languishing. I have made no progress. But I swore to myself that I would include it in every update and maybe having to post the same picture with no update with motivate me to do a little something on it.

I've changed my goals to: 1. Finishing the top row. Not to any specific deadline. Just finishing it. And 2. In 2017 I am looking to finish half of the second row. That's 3 pages.
So if you put it together the goals is 4 and a half pages. But splitting it into the two separate goals is sitting better with me so I'm running with that.

Wanderers Cove last time:

Wanderers Cove now:

This is very much my happy place in my stitching right now. I'm sure my love for Stormwind will return eventually, but for now I'm going to try not to feel guilty stitching where my bliss takes me. It's the name of the blog! Rather anathema to do otherwise. Stands to reason.

Since I mentioned goals I might as well toss out that in 2017 I want to complete 4 pages on Wanderers Cove.

I would have the first page finished but for the fact that I do not have DMC 895 in my stash and there seems to be some kind of block when I go to buy it. On two separate occasions I have accidentally purchased 890 and 986 in its stead. I tell you, the next time I am in a store that sells floss I will make sure to buy multiple... but I'll do it with my eyes shut or something because being deliberate about it certainly hasn't worked.

Beloved's cable throw is in repeat four now which makes it possibly about 36% of the way done! Hoowoo! I say possibly simply because I don't know how many repeats I'm going to do. I'm thinking 11 but that could easily change.

I have made progress on my Birthday Whirl socks, however they are in timeout for malicious behavior. Long story short, one of the needles went about an inch and a half into my left foot. I was cleaning and had everything piled into the center of the room only it turns out this project wasn't in the center... I grabbed a box from the top shelf in the closet and stepped backward and boom. But thank God, because it missed hitting bone. And I still had antibiotics in my system from the sinus infection I was just getting over so that made things far less worrisome.

The takeaway lesson is not that crafting is dangerous. It is that cleaning is fraught with peril. (Or, you know, refrain from piling crap on the floor. Especially pointy things.)

Here you can see both the bloodthirsty culprit (looking deceptively innocent) and the hickey that resulted from slapping the back of my hand to my mouth and gasping in shock.