The Yarn Harlot was talking about project monogamy (and her utter lack thereof) on her blog and I was feeling very at sea because I’m a one-project kind of person.
Yessir, that’s right. I cast on, I knit through, and only when I’ve finished what I’m working on do I move on to the next project. Can't relate to the whole ‘multiple projects’ issues, not a bit.
Oh, really? Let’s take a quick look through the house, shall we?
First of all, we have the Olympic sweater. (There is progress on that, by the way – I’ve gotten to the bottom cuff detail on one sleeve.) (But I didn’t take a picture of it yet, because there have been enough pictures of that project.)
Then we have the ‘portable’ project, which is a pair of socks. See, I was going to do the alpaca scarf and beret next, but then I realized that I actually had the socks actually on the needle, so I faithfully set aside the alpaca (on different needles) to resume them.
Then I found this little gem lurking in my actual knitting basket. This would be my ‘One True’ project that I was working on before I took up the Olympic sweater – this is the front of a very nice mohair-blend sweater. Isn’t it a cute little cable? Yes, I thought so too. Right up until the moment I abandoned it.
I found an alpaca sweater being knit in the round that, after a bit of consideration (and the discovery that the pattern had long ago gotten separated from the work in progress), I tore out to recover the yarn.
And, there is also the May Queen pattern I wrote about a while ago. I had actually cast on the hem of that little dress before I realized I had a ‘broken’ pattern.
That’s six projects in progress, for a ‘one project at a time’ person.
But honestly – I am a wild-eyed polygamist in my heart of hearts. Because every single time I go into my craft closet for any reason, I pause for a moment to admire the yarns that are “next”. The soft angora blend, to be made into a wee little hat for a newborn head. The beautiful claret alpaca for the beret and scarf to drape artfully over my black wool coat. The endless (and I do mean endless) balls of sock yarn. Check out these puppies:
Yes. I have more of this kind of ludicrously variegated, “you're not really going to wear those in public are you?” sock yarn.