Well, poop.

I WAS going to have a really cool post today. Rhubarb Whine (Sorry, you'll have to do it manually; I can't figure out how to get this thing to link to the page without a big long string of page address characters. It's over there, thataway.) sent me some questions for a sort of meme thingy, with deep and interesting questions that require deep and meaningful answers. Unfortunately, the piece of @#$% device responsible for keeping those questions safe until I had a chance to answer them failed to do so, and ate them instead.

Sigh. So, if you've read this far and have nothing to do, you're stuck reading about some knitting stuff.

I am in the process of making two felted bags for the upcoming Intermediate class at the library, plus a pair of socks for Junior's music teacher, plus a pair of felted pillows for a friend, plus a scarf for my mom (Remember the fiber split last year? I'm using that in linen stitch.), plus some socks for a lawyer friend ( They're sort of hibernating right now.), plus a bunch of yarn for some other friends, plus working up the nerve to prepare for the Ultimate Project.

"Oooh, what's the Ultimate Project?"

Well, I need to spin yarn, prepare a pattern, and knit a pair of medieval-style stockings with garters. They should have been done long ago, but I suffer from Knitter's Disease, that oddball combination of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Attention Deficit Disorder.

Note to the Brain Police, because I know you're out there. Buzz off. Politically Correct watchdogs will be fed to the trolls.

Knitter's Disease is obvious in the way we devote near-religious attention to tiny details, right up until the moment we toss a project aside to say, "Wow! Look at THAT yarn!" There is no cure. Low on cash? Credit. Credit bad? Side jobs. Divorce when your totally unreasonable spouse declares, "It's the yarn or me!"? Duh! Someone on Ravelry probably has the pattern to enable you to KNIT a new spouse.

Yes, there are some knitters that stick to one project at a time. Weirdos. Just peek in their book stash. Tons of pages marked with "to do" stickers. This is the mild form of the illness. Wait for it.

Do not try to 'help' the seemingly overwhelmed knitter. We will gnash our teeth at you if you so much as look at our piled projects a tad too long. It is not chaos. It is inspiration. It is presents of Christmas Future. It is...

Holy crap; it is time to cast on that shawl! This yarn is perfect!