The second trimester is proving to be better -- even though this morning I find myself lurching about the house looking for something to eat like a zombie on The Walking Dead, even though I've already eaten a bowl of cereal, my Thai leftovers, and my son's Thai leftovers. Anyway, I felt so much better that I embarked on the Crazy Town that is Christmas Knitting. (If you haven't seen the video linked, please do so. It is funny because it is true.)
However, I am going to rue the day I made the decision to go to Crazy Town. For example, I intended to make these Fuzzy Feet for my father, and I thought I cleverly adapted the pattern to fit his wide, men's size 10.5 feet. See, here they are unfelted:
And here they are, felted. I don't have a picture showing the scale, but let's just say that my four-year-old has a new pair of slippers.
Remember kids: felting is an art and not a science. It's probably not a good idea to felt on a deadline, either.
On a brighter note, at least the handknits from last year are being used and enjoyed, and even accessorized.