I seem to do this thing where I have a bunch of different projects on the go and I pick them up and put them down and take ages to finish any of them. It's why I need so many sets of needles:
(I couldn't resist, I love these things so much! and they arrived superfast to boot. Love love love the Needle Emporium.)
Now, as you know, I was supposed to have finished a certain pair of socks about two weeks ago, because hello, small socks don't take that long:
Except when there are distractions like this:
Oh dear. The colours: they are so fabulous. And the socks: they are for me. And I'm just... well, there's no other word for it, GREEDY. I love new handknit socks, even though I have more than I could wear in a month probably. Well, say two and a half weeks.
And check this out, which I stumbled over when I shouldn't have been in my little project drawer by my nest on the TV-viewing sofa:
It's, um, more Stoddard yarn. And needles. Just begging to be cast on for cold-weather socks.
Le sigh. I think it's just so sad that something as luxuriously addictive as knitting sometimes requires self-restraint, don't you? But apparently I do have self-restraint, not that it's something I notice often, because lookit:
I finished the Winter Gift socks. And just in case they were done so long ago that you forgot about them, here is the matching pair:
Their new owner seems very happy with them.
The second socks' new owner: very relaxed:
In short, I am now a very popular Mary. And also, a Mary with freed-up knitting time. Ha!