Startitis. A male, non-knitting friend once referred to it as the inflammation of the start. I prefer to call it a severe case of “I-MUST-KNIT-ALL-THE-THINGS-AND-NOW!”
Regardless of what exactly it is, I have it.
I believe that I can trace this particular bout’s origins to last night when I finally finished my Sotherton sweater. It’s currently blocking and we’re hoping that a good blocking will straighten out that neckline issue otherwise the sweater won’t actually be done and I’ll have more work to day. But that’s another story, and I’ll save it for another day. Hopefully, it will be a good story. And hopefully, it will not involve a run-on sentence.
But anyway, after having finished my Sotherton, I went to bed. However, I immediately began ruminating about other things I want to knit. Now, you might say, “Hey Cecilia, do you remember that post you wrote a few weeks ago about accountability? Remember how you were going to follow your to-do list?”
Yeah. About that. Shut up.
I’ll deal with that list when I’m ready. Oh, and I’m editing it. I don’t want to make Pole anymore; now I want to do something else with my six skeins of Malabrigo Worsted.
And that’s part of the problem. I bought six skeins of Malabrigo Worsted and I want them to be a warm, squishy sweater now. I like Owls and it’s pretty, but I kind of am not an owl person, so maybe it’s not for me. But I don’t want to make a cardigan. I definitely want a pullover. And maybe some cables; I like cables. But I don’t know which pattern I want. And then I decided I would just cast on and make something up as I go.
But first I need to wind the yarn.
Oh, does anyone know where my size eight needles are?
This was all just from last night as I was falling asleep.
Then this morning in the car I was thinking about the sock I started knitting on Friday and how pretty it was and how I needed to spend more time working on it. And then I thought that perhaps the sock would like to go to a baseball game on Saturday with me, but then I started wondering if perhaps my Kerrera wasn’t feeling a little lonely, so maybe I should take her to the baseball game. But then I thought that the Detroit Tigers security people who have to dig into my purse probably don’t want to meet Kerrera. (Don’t worry, dear sweater; it’s nothing personal.) But the sock is almost definitely going to the baseball game.
Then I was sitting there in my few moments of free time at work and I started thinking about knitting again. And I wanted to start new projects. Yesterday the yarns I bought to make a Trillian and to make a Hunter St. Cowl both came in the mail, so I really ought to cast those on. But first I have to wind the yarn.
And I really shouldn’t cheat on my Kerrera. So when I got home from work, I made myself work two rows on Kerrera to make sure that she didn’t feel lonely.
And I browsed patterns on Ravelry, trying to figure out what I should make with my Malabrigo worsted. And all I can tell you is this…it will be a pullover and there will be cables. Beyond that, well, heaven help us.
But first I’m going to go for a walk.
And then I have to wind some yarn.