What does a knitblogger do when she's not really knitting? This isn't a riddle (I'm not feeling nearly clever enough for that). I think the answer is not really blog. Which is what I'm not really doing.
But despite appearances, I do still value this here knitblog community, so I will whine at you in an unfocused sort of way. If you like that sort of thing, feel free to read on; if you don't, I fully understand.
I'll try to do things with wool again at some point. I trust that I haven't completely given up on this stuff, I'm just in the doldrums. Call it the winter blues. Call it a January blah. Call it an under-treated thyroid disorder. (I swear I didn't write that email in the link.) Whatever. I have all these unfinished projects and none of them make me happy. Elizabeth I. A self-designed sweater gift project. An almost-finished garter-stitch jacket that will look like ass but will keep Rhys warm and very happy since she doesn't care if her sweaters are ugly when she just wears them around the house. That's not even close to being all of it. I could be knitting an already-started hourglass, a handspun shetland triangle, a handsome pair of mittens, an ancient fair isle, or a no-longer-mysterious mystery stole. I could even fix the damn Autumn Rose (which I wore again last week in hopes that I would decide I didn't need to fix it anymore, which didn't exactly happen). And socks. Myriad single and half-knitted socks longing for companionship. Yet I knit not.
So everyone knows the answer to this problem. Cast on, right? A kid sweater. Quick, easy, low-stress, high-reward. Eh. Didn't last. How about a summery sweater for me to wear to the Caymans? Again with the quick (no sleeves!), plus it keeps me focused on the fact that I will experience sunlight again the future. I cast on, and am no longer interested. It doesn't help that, as a fellow raveler pointed out, the yarn rather resembles a potscrubber when knit up. I caught some whiff of some re-design of the yarn and that the new version is lovely but I have the potscrubber version. Insert heavy sigh here. Why knit it if you already know the project is doomed? Doooooooomed I tell you. Doomed.
Yes, friends, it's a case of knitting dysfunction (also known as "KD"). A terrible syndrome characterized by proliferation of UFOs, acts of sudden frogging, inability to obtain buttons for completed projects, and the loss of interest in fibers that you have traditionally enjoyed (a more severe, but related disease is knitting psychosis which involves an aversion to yarn shops and immunity to luxury fibers). Assuming the disease has not progressed to the psychosis stage, we have only one solution, the first-line treatment of choice: Chocolate, Wine, and Cashmere.
I predict a full recovery.