- a cardigan for the boy, after he approved the pattern and the colour (boring dark green - the woman who sold it to me said she spins it especially for bloke's knits)
- A berry-coloured cabled cardigan for me (if this one turns it will be only the second successful cardigan I've ever completed)
- a pullover which I started months ago, which I become horribly pissed off with because the instructions were so hard to decipher and full of errors
Does he know I blame him for my lack of sewing and refashioning? That he always made grunt-y complaining noises when I tried to use my sewing machine (probably because it was right next to him playing computer games), and felt neglected if I spent an hour sewing on my own?
I can't really blame him for my lack of painting though. I have to blame sheer busy-ness, lack of space and fear of mess that can't be removed because acrylic dry in, like, no time at all.