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Five baby bibs.
Four pairs of socks.*
Four pairs fingerless gloves of varying lengths.
I actually knit far more than four. I was on a dishcloth rampage for a few weeks last summer to use up odds and ends of discloth cotton, and it was the perfect mindless project while I was still taking painkillers after the hip replacement. These are the only ones that got photographed, though. The others are in the kitchen rotation and are, of course, no longer camera-worthy.
One pair felted clogs.
One double-knit felted hotpad.
One pair of mittens fit for Sissy Hankshaw, if Sissy Hankshaw were eight years old.
One Red Quadrant.
One swea–, er, finished one sweater.
…and started but didn't finish another one.
I also dyed some yarn…
and frogged some long cabled stockings…
…plus any number of intermediate cowls…
…and that is why knitting is such a great hobby: if we make a mistake, we can rip it out and do it again right/better.
* Everything with a blue border is something I knit for myself.