Between the cold, the snow and the basement full of yarn, I developed a wicked case of knitting startitis. Instead of blithely working through to the end of a project, you find yourself casting on one thing after another, forgetting the truth that an idea does not a finished project make.
The most recent manifestation.
I walk to yoga after work and I hate that I've not been able to wear my capri-length pants without looking like a fool or freezing.
They'll look like knee-high socks, and I'm using an interesting pattern that I've modified for worsted weight yarn.
I've gotten fairly far on the new colorwork sweater. I have no idea what came over me to start something else, but I don't think it's worth analyzing. Either way, parts of me will be warm and stylish.
Warm AND Stylish.
Dig those pink plaid pants.
And the lovely cashmere top that's been eclipsed by a riot of color, lace and distraction.
Sorry - I'm come back to you.