I think I may have a problem. It's a problem that, while new to me, seems to be common for people who knit. In short, my lust for yarn is outstripping the speed with which I can knit it into usable items.
In the past two weeks I've cast-on Shalom, Clapotis, and a Chevron Stipes Hand Towel. Despite all that I'm so fighting the urge to start a pair of Bella's Mittens (yes, I know it's almost June, but did you see how cool they looked in the Twilight movie?), and I really, really want to order this kit for a Habu Scarf (it's metal yarn, dude, what other reason do you need?)
In my defense, I didn't buy new yarn for Shalom, but I did buy two or three skeins of washcloth making yarn for monthly knit-a-longs (despite the fact that I have several skeins of Sugar n' Cream just hanging out) so I probably only broke even.
Further, again in my defense, I've actually finished a baby kicking bag (for the millionth time, it's so the baby can kick, not for kicking the baby--and it was the most delightful, meditative thing to knit in the whole wide world), a single bootie (yeah, it's kind of club-footed, but really that's what the pattern looks like), and a hat (fit only for the Arctic tundra, but maybe Sweet Husband will wear it next winter when it gets really cold?).
Nonetheless, I'm thinking the yarn buying must stop....at least until I finish one of the projects I've got going. There are only so many things you can knit at once, especially considering that I only have two hands....It's just that there's something so comforting about having a big old basket of yarn to run my fingers through. All the textures and colors...all the possibilities...but really no more.
