I wrote up patterns yesterday and thought about mittens.
Not just any mittens. Not even knitted mittens!
And I have no time to make them until other more important things get finished. So I kept on writing up patterns and made my list of all the stuff I still have to work out how to make, and then write down what I've worked out, and also actually knit. And thought more about the mittens.
It wouldn't be so awful if I used the resized photocopies I made of the pattern for pre-felted wool mittens from my new Betz White book, Warm Fuzzies. I could probably just cut out the pieces and be done with the compulsive part of this obsession before I even stitch anything together.
The problem is - the longer I go without having time to cut them out, the more a little voice in my head is saying Make your own pattern! It would be so great to have the palm all in one piece!
When really the Betz White pattern is completely awesome and irresistible and READY MADE.
Also a problem: my sewing machine, a lovely 1940s Singer that has served me well for about 18 years, mainly because I have been willing to settle for stitching forward and backward and not much more.
I know I have to open it up again because I have a whole mess of sewing to do in the next two weeks. But I don't want to. I want to sit in my armchair and listen to classical music and handstitch. I can't do that with the projects I'm supposed to be doing, because they are too big. I can't do it with the Betz White pattern, I don't think, because I'm guaranteed to mess up the seam allowance. But I could do it with the mitten idea that's poking a stick at me and saying C'mon! It'll be fun!
It would be fun. I'd probably wreck a lot of the wool I felted while I figure out how to make my idea work, though, and that would be ever so much less so, and anyway -
Oh dear. I'm going to have to push something off the to-do list and just get this out of my system, aren't I.