In Which the Pirate Resists.

Some days, it’s really hard to keep from casting on for a new project. The thrill of starting is always so much fun! Neither the Napramach, the Ostrich Plumes lace, nor the Pomatomus is portable; I’m getting close to the gusset and heel (seven more stripes, or 35 rows) on the Stripey Striped Sock, so there’s only so much I can do in public. Unless I don’t care about pulling my boots off and trying on a sock over and over again, of course. So the urge to begin is upon me again, and of course it would have to be something portable. A sock? A scarf? But no, I’ve promised myself that I’ll finish one of the projects I have before starting another.

I’m in a crazy mood today because I have an allergist appointment in a few hours, and I’m not at all happy about it. As a result, I want to do everything but go to the doctor – I tried spinning, but after dropping the spindle three times in five minutes I gave up on that. I guess my mind just isn’t in the right place for it. I don’t think I could get a good consistent gauge on Napramach, either. Maybe I should just go read a book and come back to the knitting tomorrow.