I believe I may be suffering from a serious case of cast-on-itis. What's that you say? Cast-on-itis defined as the need to begin one knitting project after another so that in five days you end up with seven projects cast-on and five sitting patiently waiting to be finished in your basket.
I could blame it on the holidays and the projects I would like to finish. I could blame it on lack of sleep but our new girl likes to sleep. I could blame it on Fall beginning and the need to knit being so strong but it was 92 degrees out today. So, what could it be?
If I'm honest with myself I may know the reason. It's the stripey sweater I started. It all began in a passionate desire to bust my stash of yarn. I cast on and began knitting with gusto to use up all my blue left-over yarn. When I ran out of one I would pick up another and somehow in the haze or delusion I actually thought this would look good. Well...um, anyone else read Harry Potter? You know the part about Mrs. Weesley knitting sweaters for all her children every year whether they liked it or not? Well that's me, only slightly less cool.
Once I realized that this may not be a cool thing to have all four of my children sporting a stripey sweater made of all different colors, lined up in a row for a delightful family photo, cringe. Well, lets just say I quit knitting the sweater. It needs two inches on one sleeve and a collar to be finished. Yet there it sits staring at me from my basket of knitting.
So, consciously or sub-consciously I began casting on new projects. One: to relieve my disbelief that I actually almost went through with these four sweaters. Two: to redeem me and what hopefully remains of my knitting sense. Three: I began to notice that the more items I cast on and threw in my basket after awhile I couldn't see the stripey atrocity in the bottom.
There is a decision to be made. Either I continue on this path and goodness knows how many projects will result. Or I just finish the sweater. It's stripey but luckily I started with the one for my two year old and not the eleven year old. So I will have to decide which option sounds best and just go with it.
Maybe if I do finish I could just say it was a gift from some crazy old neighbor.
What do you think?