My Castonitis has gone critical.
Here’s my latest symptom:
Mitered mittens; pattern by Elizabeth Zimmerman; yarn is Malabrigo. What can I say? My hands were cold Friday and Saturday. By Sunday all arguments that I at least finish my scarf first–because I could use the leftover yarn and have matching accessories, a thing unheard of in this house–were broken down by my stronger self and I even took the DPNs away from the entrelac (they are happy on straights so there’s no project abuse going on here).
The project I was going to write about next that was trumped by mittens:
An entrelac scarf for moi using yarn my brother gave me for my birthday. As Matt said, “It looks like that yarn was made to do that.” By “that” he means “entrelac,” I’m pretty sure.
But since this is a post about my Castonitis, we’ll move on to the next symptom:
Yes, in fact, that is the same photo from last post. Because that was probably the last time I touched these. Uh… Out of sight, out of mind? I have no excuse. I am weak.
Then there’s this beauty of an excuse to buy yarn for a project that was begun to bust stash:
I do actually pull this out and work on it a bit here and there because, turns out, the only thing more mindless than stockinette is shell stitch.
It breaks down from here because I cannot find all these pictures again….they’re too old…hah… So I direct you to pictures on my Flickr page. I’m sure I could embed them somehow. (Resolution #491: learn how to do technical stuff on your blog.)
An overdue gift and socks I started one year ago to this day:
And this, my birthday gift:
So that is … seven unfinished projects I am copping to. And I am dying to start my Ribby Cardi. Gulp.