What makes you think I just bought Mason-Dixon Knitting?

Okay so since this is my week to make confessions about my obsessive behavior, I figured I’d show y’all what I’ve been up to in my “free time”. Since Jeff is probably getting sick of hearing “look honey, log cabin! mmmmmm, yarn!”.

So, first off, I’m almost unable to knit anything besides washcloths right now. Why? I blame it on those witty Mason-Dixon ladies and their many variations on the theme.

(But–what happened with that there mitered square? It’s more of a mitered . . . kite. Also, notice log-cabin dishcloth. It will be important later.)

(No I do NOT have a problem. You’ll never get me to admit I have a problem.)

And speaking of those feisty MDK girls, how can you not love log-cabin knitting?

(This is a gift for the Drama Princess . . . a wee [blinding] log cabin blanket for her wee dollies)

And these washcloths are a gift for someone who is doing something nice for me. I hope she likes them: I think they’re lovely but giving washcloths as a gift feels sort of elementary school-ish, like I just made her a bunch of those pot holders on my plastic loom. But I like them so I choose to believe she’ll like them.

(Hi teacher–I made this present all by myself!)

And this? This is my attempt to get artsy with the yarn porn. Um . . . yeah. Did I mention I’m not the world’s best photographer?

(Welcome to Yarnhenge. In ancient times, knitters gathered here twice a year at the solstices to witness the sun rising between giant skeins of cotton.)