I have been in strange knitting territory these last many days. I have made a hasty and most likely ill conceived vow to knit from my stash. I have a drawer full of balls of leftover yarn that is positively haunting me. I don't quite know what I want to start on next, so I have been dithering. And when you dither with knitting needles in your hands, this is what you end up with.....
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I started another pair of fingerless mitts. I pawed through my pile of knitting stitch patterns I wanted to try and worked a few...
This one is just about my favorite right now....
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Except for that cable ... love that cable too....
I saw a pattern for a knitted log cabin square and gave that a go. And then last night I decided I wanted to knit and felt a little old fashioned purse to put my brand new 22 dollars worth of dollar coins I picked up at the bank yesterday. I USED to have 25, for that is how many come in a roll. But I gave three to Hub Man to put into circulation. Me, I want a little felted purse to hoard mine in for a while. I'll pretend they are gold.
[ I think I am part dragon, from somewhere back in the mists of time.]
But I know all this goofing around is just my attempt at delaying the inevitable.
Because yesterday, I also found this book:
Sweaters For the Sweaty Palmed Beginner
Okay, that's not the real title, but that's a good description of moi.
And after reading through it, I decided if I can't knit some of the patterns in this book, I don't deserve to call myself a knitter at all. They are about as basic as you can get.
So until I gather up my courage and buy enough yarn for a sweater that doesn't freak me out in the price tag department, I will continue to play with my leftover yarn in the stash. And have very little to show for it, except perhaps my sanity.
Never under estimate the value of semi-mindless knitting for your mental health.
Ever.