I've been working on a baby blanket of my own (very simple) design and I am bored stiff with the forever rows of stockinette stitch. Tonight I repeated the words of the Yarn Harlot, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee: "There are no knitting police!" Nobody's going to come knocking on my door because I've put this charity, stash-busting blanket into hibernation for a little while. Naturally, I decided to go and peruse new projects in my queue at 10pm. Because that is how I roll.
I considered jumping into my sweater pattern, but I need to do some measurements first. Oh, and wind skeins. Eight of them, to be exact.
For all my fellow yarnies: It's Cascade 220 in Summer Sky Heather. And yes, I know I've already flashed this stash, but it's soooooo pretty that I couldn't help myself!
I also considered the Virginia Shawl that I was waxing poetic over last month, but again it's a skein issue. And the damn ball winder is down in the basement. Even I'm not enough of a night owl to bust that out and start tonight. Well, yes I am but I *do* have to work tomorrow.
Then I got to thinking: one of my goals this year was to make a pair of socks. And I will make socks, dammit! I picked the most basic pattern and am going to go into this, refusing to take prisoners. Kick ass (knitting) and take names.
Here's hoping the second time's a charm. Swatching starts tomorrow.
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