fickle, fickle...

That's me. Fickle. Non-monogamous. I start something, put it down, start something else, fall passionately in love for a while, then phhft! nothing. No spark, no interest. Most of the time this happens because something else has caught my eye. A pattern that I like. I look at it for a while, match it up to some yarn that I (hopefully) already have. Photocopy the pattern and mark it up with potential modifications, sizing etc. All the while telling myself that I'm not going to actually start the knitting of it until I finish the other project. Then I think, well I'll just start it, to see if it looks as good in person as it does in my mind. And so it begins - another new project started - one I'm in love with. At least until the next one comes along.

Meet the black cardigan - I took off the front grey ruffle (Man, was it ugly!), and just need to pick up a band around the front. Sitting forlornly in a bag.FLS - still like this, but it's heavy and adding sleeves in the round is a pain, constantly flipping the whole thing around. Next time, I'm going to knit the yoke, then the sleeves first, THEN the body. Now, I'm debating taking off the black yoke and doing it all in green - It seems my math skills are crappy and I have more than enough yarn to do this. (Can you believe I make my living creating and working with statistical spreadsheets, and am one of the go-to people around the office for Excel help? Yeah, boggles my mind too.)

And my new love - the Whisper Cardigan, using my luscious Wellington Fibres laceweight mohair merino blend. Yum. This one is making me ignore all else. It's the yarn's fault. Really, it is.