Still working on the infamous sweater, and since it's a gift, I can't show you....T. would peek!
And...still guessing at how long her arms are! But then it's knit from top down, so sleeves can be unraveled back to right length, or added to if needed.
The hiking scarf is finished...it was fun, not as challenging as it looks, except dancing with that cable needle. Now I'm puzzling what the next projects will be. I'd like to work with crochet for a while too. I have crocheted since I can remember, but have odd problems understanding the directions on patterns. Knit directions are simple. Whatever I am going to do involves the next stitch on the needle....not "skip 2, double treble 9 times in 3rd stitch from next sc under the back cable" which tends to stall my brain while I translate that to something in my hands. I made up that direction, but it's quite likely to exist. Crochet patterns are awful. They do lead to sudden bursts of creativity, often accidental ones. I love items that combine both knit and crochet. The crafts should not be exclusive of each other, in my opinion. Both create equisite laces, a crochet stitch is a more 3 dimensional form, whereas knitting may not be as reversable generally and has wonderful texture opportunities.
My mother used to be able to crochet the loveliest, finest thread counterpanes and tableclothes, apparently made of spidersilk and crocheted with a mouse whisker. The antique patterns flowed from her without written instructions. If she ever saw it, she could make it. So between her and my beloved grandmother who crocheted and tatted such incredibly fine handwork, learning to read instructions blew my mind entirely.
Neither of them knitted as much....so I proudly walk my own path among my talented mothers. Maybe I had to carve my own little niche, however humble. But then great-aunt Ada knitted the most fragile laces that seemed to spring from that never-ending well of talent....as did my great-grandmother...
*sigh*...I'm so doomed in comparison. But I'm AM the only painter! (Except for grandmother's handpainted china she did..) And I love memories of all that ability, talent and humor that has followed me thru my life, bestowed by the ladies before me. I think of them often and with gladness while I knit on. I miss them very much.