Finished the hat last night. Then, I wove in the ends of the bacon scarf, the breakfast socks, and the socks I knit in Oregon last August. Today, I started the third tentacle on the octopus hat.

My feet are much better dressed than the rest of me. Such pretty hand-knit socks I have, to go with my tattered jeans and aging t-shirts.

I don't want to start my Christmas knitting. I've promised Jim a pair of socks, and Genny a tea cozy, but all I want to knit are hats and scarves. Okay, I could knit some socks, but not conservative navy blue socks appropriate for a man in his late 50s.