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I think my WIPs are chuckling as we speak at my procrastination.

Trellis sweater says: “You know, you only have 2 weeks to finish me before going to Windsor for Ginger’s baby shower. Hurry up already, would ya? Or are you just too busy making useless dishcloths…?”

The dishcloths say: “Pfft, don’t listen to Trellis. What does it know? Remember, you have to make 100 of us before Daniella gets married!”

The baby blanket says: “Won’t it be nice to finish me? Then you can add me to the hope chest and admire me all lovingly.”

The sock yarn blanket says: “Screw the baby blanket! It’s all pastel-colored and boring. Work on me! I’m COLORFUL!”

Then Dani’s wristers jump in with, “You’ve been procrastinating on us for over a year now. You said you’d have us finished by her birthday. Well, her birthday was yesterday, and you just cast on for the second one last week. FINISH  US ALREADY!”

Then my stash starts laughing at me for my pack-rat tendencies, because I haven’t wound the six skeins of Briggs & Little Sport that I got from Wool-Tyme, nor have I wound the Malabrigo Lace, Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sport Multi, Baruffa Cashwool or that skein of Tuffy my mom gave me. It proceeds to giggle evilly when it finds out that 7 skeins of Noro Cotton Kureyon, 6 skeins of Koigu, 3 skeins (is that the right word?) of roving and a spindle will be joining their ranks, and soon. Although, they shouldn’t be laughing at me because they’ve seen how merciless I am when it comes to de-stashing the acrylic, and for all they know they could be going the same way. (Don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t gotten rid of that pile of crap! Bought a second apartment, maybe…?)

Hmmph. I think being surrounded by too much yarn is making me hear things.

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Obsessed? Moi?

Right, so I’ve worked myself into a knitting dilemna that worries me far more than my propensity to spend massive amounts of money on yarn.

*takes a deep breath*

Hi, my name is Andrea, and I’m a KNITAHOLIC. Not only am I a knitaholic, I’m also a procrastinator to the extreme. Not exactly the best combination, as my to-do list has become longer than Santa’s “nice” list.

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