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The sleeve so far. The more I knit of it, the more dissatisfied I become. It's starting to bug me. For starters: it bugs me that the colours change so slowly on the sleeves because of the far smaller circumference. It also bugs me that I picked these two colours to start with, largely because I had started the sleeve before in purple and red and i just ripped back to two rows of the purple and picked up the stitches again - I couldn't be bothered doing all the picking up around the armhole again, and I was impatient to finish. It bugs me that i began the sleeve with 3 rounds of plain purple - why???? Nowhere else is this part of the pattern! It bugs me that I've only just realised after laboriously knitting seven repeats of the sleeve pattern that my tension has changed hugely from the body... I think I must be using very different needles, but I knitted the body so long ago I can't remember what I used. It bugs me that the different tension causes the arm to pull in against the body where the stitches are picked up and spoils the look of the cardi. It bugs me that I don't know if blocking will sort out any of these issues, and that I won't find out until I finish this and another sleeve! It bugs me that it bugs me this much and yet I have continued knitting, making more and more fabric that will have to be unravelled if I decide I can't live with it. It bugs me that I am unable to make a decision, and that I can sense this project getting close to being flung back into the UFO box for another six months because I've got cross with it. It bugs me that even if I finish it without undoing bits, it'll probably be too warm to wear it!
It just bugs me, you know?
So in my infinite wisdom I'm going to take my mother's usual advice and sleep on it, and offer you the opportunity to guide me... what do you think?
See? Progress. It is. I won't hear otherwise. Ahem. So to make up for the lack of progress there, I thought I'd show you some pictures of things I found whilst rummaging in the stash to find a fifth 3mm DPN. 
Behold! The first sock I ever knitted. It was based on a scaled-up version of a half-remembered baby booty pattern, knitted in Noro (silk garden, I think) whilst I was on holiday in the Canary Isles almost exactly 4 years ago. I'm not quite sure where the curly toe came from, it just sort of evolved, then it seemed right to put a tassel on it. You can tell how happy I was with it: I never made it a pair. 
The second attempt, same yarn different colourway, knitted on the same holiday, with an attmpt to make the toe less pointy. These were both knitted flat, with a seam up the back of the ankle and under the foot. Despite getting a leather sole (for grip, these were supposed to be slipper socks), this never received a twin either. They've languished in the stash ever since, and never been worn. 
An important moment: my first handspun handknit sock. The wool is so stiff and scratchy you could never wear it , and it too is a sad single sock, destined never to get a friend. But it's a landmark, so I can't part with it. Again knit flat, this time with a seam up the front and the top of the foot. 
This one was a few months later: much better spinning, lovely soft merino, and a better shaped sock. Sadly it's never been worn as I didn't dye enough roving to spin two socks' worth of yarn! It's navajo-plied and I love the citrussy stripeyness.
