Socks, it turns out, are like potato chips. You really just can't stop. Cousin K was here on Tuesday for Quilting day, and she graciously agreed to accept a pair of cashmere lace socks the next time we quilt. I was so happy to have a home for another pair so that I could make them without guilt. Then, as I was efficiently packing away the ripped yarn, I found a cone of 2/6 cotton. Sounds like more socks to me. Perhaps my problem was NOT UFO guilt.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
So, there's a contest for unfinished projects. Not doing me too much good, because I already ripped my unfinished stuff last month. I had a good day with the ball winder, and my yarn stash grew in inverse proportion to my projects stash. I needed to clean up the mess. It was seriously keeping me from moving forward. I wanted to start some new projects, and the old, unfinished stuff was keeping me from doing that. Seriously, the only projects I have started and completed for a couple months are more socks. Well, we're all socked up, here. And we need to move on.