I know. This is a knitting blog. As my friend Margaret remarked, though (Hi, Margaret!), there hasn't been a lot of knitting content lately. One of the reasons is obvious. This is me on the phone with my mother, cuddling a kitten. The other kitten is scampering around somewhere else.
The other reason is that I'm finishing up the secret knitting. The Baltic Sea Stole is growing exceedingly slowly, and I'm bored with the second Jaywalker. I have two feet. Not one and a half. My dad's sweater needs knitting, and I still only have half a sleeve for Tangerine Twist.
So... why did I stop by the yarn store during my lunch break? Why is it that I feel the urge to cast on something new every time I have a surfeit of WIPs? How do other knitters deal with this? I feel awful because knitting should be fun, it shouldn't be a chore. And yet... I can't just live with hundreds of unfinished projects around the house, can I?