Apparently getting a bunch of new yarn at the exact same time I've started to want to pick up the needles after a month or so of not getting much knitting done has completely short-circuited my decision-making skills.
In addition to the Colourmart stuff, there was a tent sale at the store here, and I ended up filling a small bag with 8 balls of fingering wool in green, burnt orange, and yellow, a ball of sock yarn, and a couple of random balls of cashmerino chunky in a dusty blue... for $40. Woo sale!
The wool I picked up at the tent sale is going to be an awesome sweater vest and probably my first foray into either fair isle or some other sort of colorwork, but I'm patternless at the moment so I can't get started until a book from the library comes in, and while I have a feeling I'm going to be pretty much making up my own pattern, I don't want to fly entirely by the seat of my pants.
Which adds up to me spending today and yesterday casting on and knitting like 5 rows of various scarf patterns in various yarns before deciding better of it (aka reminding myself that DEAR GOD HOW MANY SCARVES DO YOU NEED, WOMAN, YOU CAN'T GET RID OF THE ONES YOU HAVE), and when I try to think of anything else to make, my brain goes off in about 10 directions at once. (And of course, my current reaction to all of the projects I already have on the needles is "but I don' wanna knit that". <facepalm>)
In addition to the Colourmart stuff, there was a tent sale at the store here, and I ended up filling a small bag with 8 balls of fingering wool in green, burnt orange, and yellow, a ball of sock yarn, and a couple of random balls of cashmerino chunky in a dusty blue... for $40. Woo sale!
The wool I picked up at the tent sale is going to be an awesome sweater vest and probably my first foray into either fair isle or some other sort of colorwork, but I'm patternless at the moment so I can't get started until a book from the library comes in, and while I have a feeling I'm going to be pretty much making up my own pattern, I don't want to fly entirely by the seat of my pants.
Which adds up to me spending today and yesterday casting on and knitting like 5 rows of various scarf patterns in various yarns before deciding better of it (aka reminding myself that DEAR GOD HOW MANY SCARVES DO YOU NEED, WOMAN, YOU CAN'T GET RID OF THE ONES YOU HAVE), and when I try to think of anything else to make, my brain goes off in about 10 directions at once. (And of course, my current reaction to all of the projects I already have on the needles is "but I don' wanna knit that". <facepalm>)