I’m having a teensy tinsy attack of knitzophrenia. What is kntizophrenia, you might ask? It’s when all your knitting personalities are battling for control. It also means I spent the entire evening project hopping. While this might SEEM productive, it’s really not. At all. Even a little. Let me give you an idea:
I spent most of the evening doing the “few rows on this, few rows on that, ooo wana knit that, back to the first project”. I managed to finish another ruffle scarf, this one is a gift. Don’t be impressed, they only take an hour or so to finish.
I also whipped out a few rows on the spiral-a-la-month blanket. This was….er…invigorating? Let me put it this way, I only used up 5 g of yarn. (.2 oz, I know, impressive).
I worked on the mystery gift a little, and finished 5 stripes…that’s only 100 stitches total.
I started a toe for a pair of toe-up socks. I’m working it short row over 36 stitches. I'm only decreasing it down to 20. I didn’t finish it (the toe).
I rifled around in the sock yarn stash in the attempt to decide what to knit on next month. I’m rather at a loss. I’ve picked my color (Festival of Love, Lorna’s Laces 2011 February Color of the Month), but can’t settle on a pattern. Which I suppose is all right, since I have a while to need to start on those boogers. But I definitely spent 30 minutes looking through pattern books, my coffee tables groaning under the weight of them.
Now, the real dilemma in all this? I need to make up my mind what to take to New York with me this week. (I’ll be gone 6 days, with 9 hours on the plane). I can’t take a blanket, it will take up too much valuable souvenir yarn space. I’m not really in love with anything I’m working on that is smaller. I hunted around a little last night, which might have been bad because now I think I want to work on some OTHER stuff...
I’m voting trip to the yarn store for inspiration.