I'd like to point out that in order to procrastinate on packing this crazy house up, I've cast on for yet another project. This began innocently enough whilst on a quest for the trim yarn to match the phat yarn I bought for the thick and thin sweater (it's almost ready for sleeves). I wanted Cascade 220 to follow the pattern, and I'd found a perfect substitute with Mission Falls worsted weight. Not one to be easily satisfied, I went to my second favorite yarn store to snoop around for some of what I really wanted. Interestingly, both yarn stores are owned by nurses. I think that's why I choose to spend my money with them.
Well the owner of my second favorite store (we'll call her Rose since that's her name), was showing off a project she'd just finished with her own hand dyed wool, and the next thing you know, my bag was stuffed with 1125 yards of her merino superfine, and the pattern book to get the job done. Surprisingly, I didn't realize how she shmoozed me right into that purchase until I was 5 miles away. She even offered to help me with it if I got stuck. Lace is not my area of expertise, try as I may, I always flub it. Just ask last month's lace project that's still in a time out. I did not find the Cascade color I was searching for, but I did find one that was close. I think I may be done making up for time (and yarn) lost while on my yarn diet.
I don't think I'm going to tell you what it is, as I'd prefer to make you guess. What would start out on double points, and take every last yard of the wool to knit? What do you think this wants to be if I don't mess it up?
Hows about a little close up? This yarn is as smooth as the nape of a baby's neck. I can't put it down, and I realize in part, it's because I have no idea where to start in terms of packing my belongings and scheduling the movers. I have a list. I have lots of lists with things to do. In fact, I've started to-do lists for my to-do lists. Instead of getting busy, I'm following the mantra K3,yo,yo,k3,k3tog with dogged determination. It's as if I've fallen into a state of disbelief. Who do you think will pack my stuff up if I don't? The packing fairy?