Now tell me what you want what you really really want

Why is it that the night before snb I always find myself with nothing on the needles?

I plan on finishing the final sleeve on my improvised whisper cardigan/textured shawl recipe hybrid in malabrigo silky merino in front of masterchef tonight - which will effectively leave me with nothing to take to snb tomorrow.

This happens to me a lot actually. I spend most of my time at snb casting on the wrong number of stitches twenty times, getting the setup row wrong, reading the wrong chart and frogging the whole thing when I get home.

It's the chatting, and I am very easily distracted.

I could look to the unfinished projects, of which there is this:



This is the beginnings of an Adrift cardigan by stolen stitches - in the nefariously delicious Tardwarncoort (have you ever heard of such an awkward sounding name?!) Polwarth Silk - I bought this as a treat to myself at the Canberra Wool Day.

The problem is: I can't find it. I've put it away somewhere and I can't find it.

But I'm not positive I really want to find it. With the acres of stocking stitch this cardigan entails, I'm going to really have to want a finished adrift cardigan something fierce before I can contemplate knitting much more of it. There's 280 stitches there already, and I haven't even started INCREASING for the fronts.

Really, I don't want to start thinking about how many there are before you finally split for the armholes. I'm not sure I can do it to be honest.

But you know what I want, what I really really want?

I really wanna build my own fair-isle pullover. From scratch.

There. I've said it.

Watch this space.