I've knit cute baby mitts:

The Soleil top is almost done:

And I've started Red socks:

I'm insane. This isn't because of Soleil, or the baby mitts (as cute as they are) - it's the Reds' fault. I'm doing Fair Isle, again. I can't help myself. It's like I think socks, and where other people would happily think lace, I think colourwork.
I must like pain.
On another front, I'm playing with the idea of starting Knitty's Ivy. It's a lovely pattern, and I know of a nice 100% wool yarn I can get the right gauge with. But the colour! Pea-green or off-white? We'll see. Something bright at least.