It's like Martin Short is here whispering in my ear, telling me to knit like the wind. But my wrist is a little sore. The one on the left is the original pair. Not large enough for the intended baby. The one on the right is the pair that I started about 3 this afternoon, and worked on as I could between kids, dinner, laundry, and not working on it. **sigh** I need to dig around in my bin and find my wrist brace. Or maybe it will stop raining.