I didn’t receive much in the way of emails from my synchronized team this week, so you’re going to have to talk to us in the comments today. I know that Katie started a lime green one, hehe, and is going to rip it, but there’s a picture.

And although she doesn’t have a picture up yet, Megan emailed to say she’s working on hers.

Only 1 week left, y’all.

I might make another one in the periwinkle color that was going to be Veronica’s kimono, and I’m thinking about edging it with some Handpaint Originals that Olivia bought for a pig sweater that she’s never going to do. As I was cleaning my room last night, the two colors landed next to each other and looked rather smashing, so I thought I might give it a try.

This weekend is our anniversary. #12. I’ll probably do an “anniversary post” on Monday, because as usual for Fridays, I’m in a rush, and that way, I might have pictures if we do something particularly cool.

Oh, and I’ve been wearing my VCC and Interlocking Balloons scarf TONS, and I love, love, love them! So much so that I’m trying to decide what type of big, luscious scarf I can make with the bag of Angora I have in this color, that was a birthday gift from Cher. That’s right, a whole bag. 10 skeins. She rocks.

That was the theme in yesterday’s comments.

You know, I love socks. I love nice socks. I’ve wanted to knit myself numerous hand-knit socks. I have enough sock yarn to knit socks for months.

So why can’t I start a pair of socks?

I’ve literally sat down with needles and yarn and a sock pattern, stared at it for a minute, and then put it all away. And I’ve done this a number of times with no socks resulting. I don’t know why. I love socks. I like knitting socks. I WANT socks. But I think I suffer from some silly fear, like, thinking that I don’t have the right pattern for the yarn.

I think that’s it. I think I have too high an opinion of my sock yarn, and I’m waiting for the divine to intervene and tell me what is worthy enough for it.

Sound stupid? Of course it does. And believe me, I don’t have a collection of sock yarn to be envied. I have a few nice options, but hardly an extensive collection. And nothing out of the ordinary.

And it’s not for a lack of cool sock patterns either. I have this book, as well as years of Interweave Knits magazines that manage to find the most GORGEOUS sock patterns to publish, most of which I want to wear. And there’s some lovelies in this book as well, which I also own.

I also really like plain ol’ ribbed socks like the pretties I made for Grandma.

I’m just pathetic.

Here’s what we did last night.

I’ve always loved this Santa. He’s in the Alderwood mall, and he actually acts like Santa, talking to the kids, looking excited to see the line of them when he comes back from breaks, asking them what they want!!! Like a Santa is supposed to do. I don’t know why so many of them don’t anymore.

However, I think the set up this year is pretty lame. The super dark green chair, the gray “stone” background…. doesn’t make for a pretty picture. (I cropped most of it out, because it’s boring anyway). But I love the Santa. And I love the fact that we could afford pictures with him again this year. It’s been a couple years.

Poor Abby doesn’t even resemble herself. She’s going to hate that shot when she gets older.