It must be some sort of variation on Murphy's Law that knitters get startitis at the most inopportune times.
Like now. The past week has been one of the busiest of my life, and yet my brain continues to clamor at me to cast on new projects. It doesn't seem to care that I'm already working on Stricken (after messing it up three times); or that a recent trip to my LYS yielded a beautiful skein of Plymouth Yarn's Sockin' Socks, which is now being worked up into a pair of plain vanilla socks, ready to be picked up in the rare moments of downtime.
No, for my insistent brain, regular life business, a stack of library books, and two ongoing projects is not enough! It is now demanding that I cast on a ribbed tank, the very same ribbed tank that I once tried to knit before gauge and I had become friends (and therefore failed at miserably). It craves the mindlessness of k2p2 on large needles, and it just plain won't take no for an answer.
I haven't given in yet. But the six skeins of blue-purple ribbon yarn in the stash are calling to me.
Watch them not be enough.
Music: Harry Nilsson - Everybody's Talkin
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