I rambled on about Lady Eleanor yesterday but had no pictures to show you as I'm still not quite ready to take pictures of my knitting in public. Particularly not when 'public' means a haven of trendies or a hospital.
At just under six balls, she measures 87 cm. I'm not sure I'll knit up the whole thirteen balls I bought; I hear this will grow a lot on blocking and a willing recipient for something made of any left over yarn has already announced herself.
Nonetheless there is still a long way to go, to be fitted into the time I have to myself when certain people are not around. (Knitting something for my mum's birthday is complicated by the fact that I stay with my parents during the week in order to be able to study without too much commuting).
Yes, I wish I was knitting something else for your visual delectation too. Clearly there is even more to be said for socks than I've already thought.