Remember when I promised you new knitting? Yeah, about that…
All my current projects seem to be in the same places at the moment… there’s the NJ sweater and the Noro socks, which are sort of “oh, I don’t want to mess with that right now.” Not to mention I knit down to the heel on the sock and think I might have cast on too many stitches. Bah. Whatevs. When I get round to finishing it, it’ll be a kitschy 90’s slouch sock. Then there’s the Banana sweater and the lace shawl, which are just! so! close! to being finished, but now the yuckiest part of their finishing remains: for Banana, sewing up and blocking (which, on a sweater you want to look great, takes FOREVER), and on the shawl, the two edging charts, and now that I’m up to 400+ stitches in a row, it takes nearly 15 minutes per row. And I have almost 30 of them to knit. Ugh. And let’s not talk about blocking lace right now. Please?
Adding to this finishing inertia is an utter lack of motivation. The Banana has Mystery Mono, and has decided a trip cross-country is not in her best interest at the moment. While I agree, I’m going to miss her awfully. And since I won’t be seeing her, where’s the impetus to finish her sweater by Thursday night so it can be packed up and brought along? So there, that’s the stagnation part.
Now, for the temptation:
Oh man. SO CUTE. I want like every fruit with a round cross-section imaginable. They’re so small and useful and adorable and STASHBUSTING. And they’re crochet, so they’d be quick. And I could justify it by calling it Christmas gifting. But I really should, if I cast on anything new, make a stuffed toy for a new grandbaby about to enter Banana’s circle of friends. She requested a monkey, and by 8/20, so I’m obviously behind. Plus, my designer brain really doesn’t want to think about how to make a monkey right now. Nor do I have the proper stash to make a monkey, really. I could just make another elephant (I do have the proper stash for that) but Banana would probably steal him. Again. Especially as she could use the extra comfort at the moment.
Would she steal fruity trivets? I think I’ve got proper stash to do a kiwi. Maybe a mangosteen?
Oh yeah. I’m caving in to temptation. And the smell of bacon from my neighbor’s kitchen makes me think I’m caving in several ways.
Eggs. Bacon. Fruity trivets and potholders. Catch you on the flip side, jokers.