Progress. I'm using that term loosely.
Let's see, I've got the stockinette scarf that I started because I couldn't focus on anything more complicated. But it's warm now and two feet later I'm bored with it. I've got a small stack of granny squares going, and I really need to get through row 6 of that cute little flower square but it's making my eyes cross. I'm doing a snarky little custom cross stitch for a friend, but I'll be finished with it in no time. My doggies still need sweaters but I'm waiting on the pattern book I ordered. Oh, and I'm contemplating making a baby blanket for my ex-husband and his girlfriend, but no. Just no.