There is still snow on the ground---actually a lot of snow on the ground, but the temperatures are climbing steadily. I just filled the bird feeders; My outerwear consisted of no hat, no gloves, no coat, no scarf----only boots.
The light is brighter. The birds are chirping. The days are longer. And I don't want anything to do with all my wooly wool.
Just last week, I was so in love with Kelpie I was already planning on making a second one.
I needed 5 contrasting colors and I spent many a happy knitting hour trying to decide which color I would NOT use. Maybe just make it bigger? Nothing too bright. It's winter. Cozy winter. Cozy winter colors, right? Cozy winter wooly wool.
And then, I ripped apart that crazy, oversized, unworn and unloved sweater and started Fairfield. I knit the back at warp speed, loving every single stitch. I even loved the texture-y look of knitting with crinkly yarn. It's a greyish-oatmeal color. Winter cozy again. (swoon!!!)
And then.....out came the sun! The season has changed. The grey-days of cold, dark, cozy nesting in front of the fireplace are gone.
I've stuffed both projects in time-out. (Two wooly blankets have joined them.) Now what? I'm at loose ends.
Hubby socks? Maybe. Probably. Sort of sad that this is the most colorful full skein of sock yarn I own. (and I own a lot!)
I think I need color. The person who loves grey and neutrals beyond reasonable belief needs COLOUR!!!!!
Thank goodness for embroidery.
(Don't worry. This won't last.)