This is my lightly modified Branches and Buds Pullover—modified because I don’t have very much of that gray yarn (it’s Quince and Co. Chickadee in—I think—“Frost”; this poor yarn has tried to be so many different things, and has been unraveled so many times. It is kinked up like an old Slinky. I hope this sweater will be its forever home). It’s no good counting all my projects in progress, because there are so many it would just be stressful, but I’ll just say this: there are a lot of them, way more than I would like, but there is always, and always will be, a fresh idea, just waiting to be explored. This is my medium, and for the sake of the creative process, I am willing to let a few things languish for awhile. There are at least four sweaters that I can think of, all at the same place—the plain part, headed down the body or awaiting stockinette sleeves. The fun part of all these is done, and now I just need a good Netflix binge to make some headway. Any ideas? What are you watching?