Probably my most complex project was when I knitted Kellichou a bag from Stitch n' Bitch and felted it.
I made that purse for my mother-in-law for her birthday one year! Hers, of course, has a "g." It was my first felting project (aside from some practice potholders, which didn't turn out so well considering that I didn't read the label properly and tried to felt superwash wool...). She uses it regularly, which makes me really happy. If you liked making it, I recommend a book called
Pursenalities, which is a bunch of felted bags -- totes, clutches, pocketbooks, the works. It has about twenty patterns in it, and a lot of them combine wool with novelty yarns so you get the felted look with, like, marabou edging, or a little shimmer in the body. I just love projects where gauge doesn't matter. I'm obsessed with socks lately, though, I don't know why. I've been knitting a lot of newborn-sized diaper covers, too, for some reason.
I knew I had it all wrong when I started trying to guess people's hobbies. I just had to give it a go, anyway. To prove that I'm not right about everything all the time?
Pedro plays Warhammer, and I painted parts of his Tau army before my son was born. But, like scrapbooking, it became a thing where I only have fifteen minutes here and there to pursue hobbies, so anything that involves set-up and take-down wasn't feasible anymore. So he did some, and paid a friend to do the rest for him. He only has about a 1000 point army, so he just does skirmishes and pick-up games. He competed in a league one year but it was too time-consuming. Plus, as one of the newest players in the league, he got his ass handed to him so many times in a row that I think he got frustrated.
I have always wanted to complete the dollhouse my parents made me for my sixth birthday. It has wallpaper and flooring in some of the rooms, but others are bare. I played with it and loved it just the same -- but now that I'm a grownup I'd love to finish it as an heirloom for my own kids. The parts for it are hard to find, though, because it's an unusual scale -- most are 1:12, but this is 1:16. It is a huge dollhouse, a mansion, really -- the base is a full-size sheet of plywood -- and it's a gorgeous near-reproduction of the house I grew up in (which my Dad also designed and built). And I have no idea where it's going to go when we move, because there is no place in the apartment to store such a thing. I'm hoping my in-laws can take it, since they still have my brother-in-law's air hockey table. I think the two would make a nice set in their third-floor playroom.