So far, so good.
I got all of said projects out, checked I had the requisite materials, and faffed about with each for a while.
All set. Diary rechecked. The brown and brights blanket it would be.
I made a stack of the finished squares and laid out the partially completed squares with the colours I had chosen to finish them off:
Then, without further ado, I spied some lovely yarn that knits up like Fairisle:
Got out my Jane Brocket 'The Gentle Art of Knitting', for the slouch hat pattern I have made numerous times:
Picked up my knitting needles, and away I went:
I knitted it up in a day, got it sewed, and Ta-dah, a hat that figures nowhere in my diary, on my schedule or on my urgent to do list:
So what in the name of all that's sane, was that about?
I then checked my Etsy shop and found out this chap has been sold, and needs shipping to California:
At that point, I realised I couldn't possibly just send him, but needed to add a little surprise package for the buyer, so got out the old crochet hook:
Finally, I got around to wrapping up the present, ready to post on Monday:
So...Goodbye, Bear. Hello, hat...and absolutely no further ahead with the blanket.
Have a business plan, and resolutely ignore it, that's how I roll! Boom!
It's the Call Of The Yarn (COTY) heard by every keeper of a yarn stash. That subtle whispering "pick me, pick me" pulls at our unconscious and we respond by picking up needles or hooks and are seduced into creating something quite unintended. Sorry there is no known cure .....
ReplyDeleteAt least there is a medical diagnosis, so I feel relieved about that. I need to be COTY free until Christmas...
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