I finished my blue-hued Noro hat last night. I'm happy enough with it, although the decreases are a bit wonky as written. Probably won't be using the pattern again; should I need to do another one-skein Noro hat, I'm sure I can puzzle it out for myself. (Famous last words.) I think I am going to give this particular hat to a friend as a birthday present next week. That wasn't my intention when I started it -- I'm a selfish, selfish knitter -- but she'll like it.
I'm extending probationary forgiveness to Silk Garden. There were no problems with this skein, although I could live without the wee bits of grass and whatnot that somehow end up in there. Perhaps it's time to give other Noro family members a whirl.
Unless my Knitpicks order arrives today, which I sincerely doubt, I'm in project limbo for a bit. This is just as well, I suppose, since I need to get some hausfrauing done in Mr. Fury's absence. I'm thinking of using my black Sierra towards a scarf for someone, and I still have enough Cascade Fixation to try Broadripple.
I do have one problem with moving into knitted socks: Illiogor. He enjoys eating, sleeping, wrestling with the other ferrets, and sock rides. That's where he sinks his teeth into the toe of your sock as you walk by, and then hangs on. I shudder to think of the damage he could do to a beloved handknitted sock ...