Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Magpie Gene
Just for Rosered! I kept promising pictures of the red Dorothy shoes. (I keep wanting to click my heels together and chant `There's no place like home! There's no place like home!' whenever I wear them). And the others are lovely black dressing up to be a grown up shoes. See the heels? Highish, yet solid.
Now back to the scheduled programming.
I think I have a magpie - ooooh look! Something shiny!
Where was I?
Of course, yes, I have the ability to become easily distract.. (shiny! pretty! Ohh!)
Right. I have donned my blinkers and now I should be OK.
I tend to become distracted by pretty shiny stuff - which can be just shiny in the metaphorical sense. New! Exciting!
It happens every so often with yarn or knitting related products - ooh new patterns! NEW YARN!!!!! New projects!
And I currently have a very bad case of magpie-itis! I have been very good this year (look - nearly a whole quarter of the way through!)
I have bought very little yarn. Just the sale yarn in Gawler, South Australia, and the sock club yarn. There may be some yarn on order which has not yet appeared on my doorstep, so that does not count.
I have received some knitting magazines, and have finally got 2 books which were ordered from the Book Depository a while ago, but overall, I have been strong, I have not succumbed to my inner magpie (or my inner packrat).
But I have been... nervous, unsettled and not quite contented. I have been looking for my next project, given I am on the sleeves of this project and have finished a fish hat for Destructoboy. There are 3 pairs of socks on the needles and the interminable stocking stitch pullover, but I wanted more. I wanted the perfect project. A cardigan jacket. Longish, loosish, fashionable, warm, to be knitted with yarn from the not-stash.
I searched Ravelry. I scoured the queue and project lists. I looked and looked and looked. Back through magazines, through books and patterns. Then last night, I remembered where I had seen it. In the first Debbie Bliss Magazine. Apparently, the instructions are a bugger to follow, and it isn't charted. But I've found the pattern. And I own the yarn (thanks to a de-stash last year).
I feel better now. More settled, happier. All systems go. Oooh! look! something sparkly.......