The gray sweater is still in a state of limbo while I strain my brain trying to figure out what to do. (I love all your ideas, and one of them will be the answer—or I’ll take my friend Leda’s advice and just unravel the whole thing and make something else. Something will happen.) Anyway, I’m on the third iteration of the same sleeve and am still not making a sweater I want, so it’s going on the back burner for awhile. I have been distracted by a few other things. That pearly gray piece of crochet is destined to be a sumptuous fringy shawl, inspired by this bit of gorgeousness [as a matter of fact, there was a lot to love in that post, including her entire wardrobe. I suddenly hate all my clothes.] The yarn I’m using is, well, to die for. I will give all pattern details in the Big Reveal, which will not be long now, because this thing is already shaping up so pretty and soft, and I want to work on it every minute.
That is, unless this grabs my attention, which could happen any time now.
It’s a low-volume quilt. All lights and neutrals and small prints with light backgrounds, which, it turns out, I had a ton of in my stash already. This one is Lynne’s fault. Go look at hers, I dare you, but only if you don’t have another thing planned for the next week. Honestly, if I try to knit, I keep thinking of the fringy crochet shawl, and if I’m crocheting, I’m thinking of this quilt, and while I’m sewing, I’m puzzling about the sweater. It looks like I need more yoga in my life. Focus! Anyhoo.
I also have to confess that I have now reached maximum yarn ownership, a condition known as SABLE (Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy). Yarn is stacked on every flat surface and piled in baskets under the work table. Yarn is everywhere, but I have no remorse. There was a 70% off sale. You would have done the same. I now probably have enough yarn to make that House Cozy my kids keep talking about. But first, I’d better finish some things.