Grr.
I’m awful when it comes to knitting new projects for people. I always dither and take freaking forever to decide exactly what I’m going to do, and I might change my mind several times before actually doing it. So finally tonight, I realized that I had several balls of high-quality machine-washable wool in my stash in excellent colors to make masculine baby-type stuff. Great! I’ll knit a striped baby sweater with that.
I thought I knew where every scrap of yarn in my stash was, but I have completely misplaced the remnants from this:
I could just weep. How do you misplace three balls of Karabella Aurora 8? Now I’m back to being indecisive again, and making grand plans that I just don’t have time for because she goes out on leave on April 5th. They don’t ALL have to be brand new patterns; it won’t kill me to knit the same thing twice, will it? Wait, will it?
Okay, the hubby’s nearly finished bottling his beer, and the hoisin salmon is about done marinating, so I’ll go cook and curse a little and then figure something out. Maybe a little sweater out of the hand-dyed cotton chenille with a magenta heart on the chest, although my husband says, “that’s a little girly, isn’t it?”
Grr. I’m so confident usually, but trying to find exactly the right thing to make as a gift is my Achilles heel. Again, I say “grr.”