It was okay to dither over what to make next because I had a project in my hands. Dithering was what I could do to give my hands a break from time to time–go through that bag, no, what about this, how does this yarn look in sunlight vs artificial and is it the effect I want.
I put the first row of a hat over my head and on down to see if it could be the start of a cowl. It could. But it won’t be.
Finished the one project. Blocked it. Ran out of excuses.
I reminded myself that sometimes you just have to plow through the unknown re pattern vs style vs yarn vs color and just go find out what it’s going to turn into. Maybe not even what it wants to be when it grows up, but what it’s going to be anyway. And hey, if it turns out as a (euphemism alert) learning experience, you go make the next version.
I grabbed the sheared-mink strands that had been yelling the loudest and got started, and gradually as the rows grew I relearned something I already knew: if you use multiple strands of this stuff with tiny needles and knit it tightly with lots of double decreases, it decreases the perception of softness in those spots–it’s not bad at all but it doesn’t quite quite live up to the fiber. Try to stick with knit-two-togethers and slip-slip-knits.
Not that anyone would ever be going to complain when they touch this.
Meantime, I wanted really warm and really warm it will be.