I just finished the last sock. Somehow, reading 15 pages today made me feel justified in taking a break. I am now oddly between projects.
There is the black sweater that I seem to have abandoned. What can I say? I guess I lost the inspiration. This is the second time that this has happened with this yarn, so it wouldn't be farfetched in saying that I don't really like knitting with this cotton. It doesn't stretch. It squeaks along on the plastic needles. (Here is where the shopaholic that lies inside says, "Buy more needles!" I try to avoid listening to that voice.)
I am thinking of ripping it out and starting this sweater from the new edition of Knitty. It's officially named "Spring Fling," but I'll pretend that it isn't. Spring fling tends to bring up weird associations in my mind with random drunken behavior and a plotline on "One Life to Live" back over 10 years ago when young lf and sandia used to watch it. Anyway, the design is cute and seems practical enough for southern California and stupidly climate-controlled buildings, but I might get sidetracked into starting something else first.
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