I'm in the very beginning stages of the *work in progress today. The yarn's not even wound into a ball yet. However it will become part of a baby blanket; one that I've wanted to make for quite some time but have had no one to make it for. (This isn't actually for anyone I know; it's commissioned - before you start spreading rumors or getting hopeful.)
Son is watching me write this and keeps pointing at the picture than back to the actual thing. He's a man of few words that Son of mine. That is how real time this blog is today.