I did finish a sweater...

This is Peregrine.  It looks well on, though it's a slightly deeper v-neck than I normally wear.

This was the body of an Erica sweater....that I made too big.  By about four inches around.

So it's been re-cast, as I love the sweater and want one rather badly.

I also had plans to make a dress for a family shindig in December....but I got a notice yesterday that the fabric won't get here till January.  I may have pouted at the bag of cut out pattern pieces for said dress and then run to look at different fabric.  I found nothing.
I decided to look at  it as a chance to buy a new dress. (The dresses already in my closet are too informal, cocktail, or decidedly costumes.  None of which work for a church event).  Found a perfect dress...but they were out of my size.  Kept looking.  Found yet another dress, not quite as ideal, still lovely of course, only to find out it's back ordered till January.
I may be getting a wee bit frustrated.

We were also told that the office holiday party was going to be Great Gatsby themed.  I can do that! Velvet and pearls and spangly bits!

Most of the ensemble readily pulled from my closet.  Not shown are the elegant opera length black velvet gloves I was going to wear with...till Husband announced yesterday that the only time he could get his foot surgery scheduled was the day before said office shindig.  Guess what we aren't going to now?  (I'm not upset about the surgery.  I am irked at not being able to play dress up.)

All of this has occurred in less than twenty four hours.   Does it hurt anybody? No.  Is it somehow a major event?  Only in my brain.
Mostly, it's me getting angry and being frustrated that weeks of effort and planning on at least three different projects got obliterated, mainly before lunch yesterday.