Knitting. It's a sickness. It really can't be helped. Here is some proof:
1) I bought these double pointed needles recently:
They are a new-to-me needle, metal tipped. I finally remembered I had them, and tried them today. I. LOVE. THEM. I already have many many many sets of double pointed needles. And three other sets of size 1. But tomorrow, I'm going to buy another set of size 1 of this type so I can knit both socks of the pair at one time. And I'll probably get some in other sizes even though I already have those other sizes.
I just can't help it.
2) And I'm also thinking of getting the interchangeable set of circular needles in this brand.
Guess how many sets of interchangeable needles I already have?:
Three. Plus a whole lot of individual circular needles in all the various sizes an interchangeable set (or three) has. But......
I can't help it.
3) Spinning is a sickness too. I bought some roving to take to my spinning bee.
But, then this was there too, so I bought it:
I just couldn't help it.
4) I have a lot of yarn:
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There is more in the blue squares. And on a shelf to
the left....and the right. |
But
The Spinning Room recently had a sale:
I just couldn't help it.
5) I have several projects started, in progress, not finished yet:
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| This is not all of them... |
But I'm going to cast on for
this one instead:
...probably tonight after I re-do the bind off of my
Cozy wrap which I finished last night but the bind off was too tight and which I will show you in the next post (or the one after that) after I block it.
And I'll probably cast on
this which I was obsessing about recently but I have to find beads for:
I just can't help it.
See? A sickness.
I CAN'T HELP IT.
