I craft. Several times today I thought - I could really use a drink... and yet I kept forgetting to actually get a drink. Clearly crafting is far less self-destructive... but it still doesn't get me any closer to sorting out what I'm going to be doing the next few months.
Oh well... wherever I end up, I'll have cute feet.
When I got to the point where I needed to kitchner the first toe I had a very large cat on my lap and was disinclined to get up to get my trusty copy of Stitch & Bitch so I just faked it. I successfully got the toe... uh... closed, but it looked like crap... so I did get up to get the instructions for the second toe. These poor socks have suffered so much at my hands, there were several times I should have just stopped & ripped them back but I thought I could save them. Now, well, they're socks. But don't look too close!
I've also been powering through the Trash to Treasure quilt.
Fortunately the individual fabrics are all kinda blending together well. It helps that there's a pretty even mix of dark and light fabrics, although there's not quite as much contrast as I thought there would be, the pinwheel action is not that strong. But it works. I'm pleased.
Oh... and it's a lot smaller than I thought it would be. Well, it was bang on the measurements I'd sketched out in my notebook (surprising considering how loosey-goosey I was with the seam allowances - 1/8" here 1/2" here all balanced out I guess), it's just smaller than I had envisioned.
So there... no idea what to do about my career... but you know, crafting I can handle.