A sprint towards the finish line

New Beginnings

I, like many knitters I think, suffer from the constant urge to cast on for something new. There is such a thrill in studying the pattern (usually not with enough attention to detail on my part), carressing the new yarn, making that neat cast on full of promise, images in my head of myself prancing around in bizarre, unrealistically sunny world in my finished garment. A few days later the high has worn off, normally around about the same time I discover I didn't spend enough time reading the aforementioned patter, and as I'm ripping back an evenings work I find my fickle mind wandering, my hand reaching out to flick through an old Rowan magazine or maybe a Debbie Bliss book, mentally going through my stash, perhaps even planning a yarn shop raid and before I know it my "works in progress" basket is once more taking on a life of its own.

I seem to have a great many ufos around at the moment and annoyingly they are all intended for friends and relations which makes it harder to admit defeat/boredom and hide them at the back of the cupboard. In fact in recent weeks the sight of my overflowing basket of works in progress has been making me feel less than inspired. However, last week we unexpectedly heard from some old friends about the arrival of a baby girl which of course sent me rushing off to my local yarn shop in need of pinkness. I had the perfect excuse to put aside my looming basket and indulge myself with this. The pattern is from Erika Knight's Simple Knits for Cherished Babies. I used Rowan 4ply soft and couldn't resist adding a flower. I am really pleased with the finished sweater, makes me feel quite broody again, although I guess a desire to knit cute things really is the wrong reason to want more children...... Anyway, must quickly get this posted before it is outgrown.

Unfortunately this evening I must return to my less exciting knitting and in particular the acres of dark denim yarn which are destined to become a sweater for my husband. Unless of course my bad side wins out and I cast on for something new.............