I think we go through this every year: as soon as the snow melts, I start moaning about how cold it is and how long it's taking for the [your flower here] to bloom. In an uncharacteristic moment of wisdom and insight, though, this year I finally realized that Spring Is A Season Too, and sometimes, that means it is chilly. Newsflash! So my feet are still cold, and I am still wearing wool socks. I made these using no kind of pattern, just some sport weight yarn and a colorwork design borrowed from my favorite book on the subject. The yarn is Plymouth Galway Sport in Turtle Heather and Sand Heather. They're thick and yummy, and will never fit in my shoes, but that is not what they're for.
I worked like mad, too, trying to finish my Creative Year Project piece for May before May was over, and it was a squeaker. May was "Self Portrait", and dang, it's hard trying to fit your whole self into one two-dimensional 6"x6" square of fabric. I thought about it a lot, and changed my mind a bunch of times, and thought some more, and then finally made this. My only finished sweater in May, in Koigu KPPPM, an improvised, self-drafted little number using about 5 meters of yarn on US0 needles. I would totally wear that.