I was feeling the need for a new sweater project, since I finished off the black one, so I sat down and scoured my magazines and Ravelry to find something I wanted to make.
I made a decision. I decided on yarn. I ordered yarn. I ordered extra cables for my interchangeable circular needles (because I don’t have long cables). I felt proud of my decisiveness.
Yesterday the first part of my supplies arrived (the cables).
I looked at them.
My eyes did that little darty, left-to-right-and-back-again thing as I thought really hard.
I had no clue what pattern I had decided to work on.
Even looking up my yarn order was no help. Sure I remembered picking out the Lamb’s Pride Bulky and deciding between “Orange You Glad” (which I loved for the name) and “Medieval Red” (which I ultimately chose, since I was more likely to actually wear it), but none of that helped me remember what in the heck I had decided to make with it.
This has never happened to me before. Normally I spend so long agonising over my choices that there is no danger of me ever forgetting any detail of the torturous process. This time I had been so bloody decisive that I’d instantly put the decision behind me and out of my life. And with two small boys and a husband rampaging around the house it seemed there was no way I was going to find that small, quiet space I needed to crawl inside my head and root around a bit. It was quite a worry, especially since, for once, I had not skimped on the yarn and had bought a fairly pricey brand that people seem to really like (thank you Webs for making it more affordable than I expected, though. Love you guys and your automatic discounts!)
Happily I found my little piece of peace, and got to excavate inside my memory for a while and things began to gradually come back to me. I was pretty sure it was in a paper magazine, not online. I was pretty sure it was in Interweave Knits. I was fairly sure there was cabling….EUREKA.
‘Twas the Estes Cabled Vest I had planned on making. Hoorah!
I’m hoping it is a quick knit because the breathe of spring is teasing us here and I’d love to have it before it gets too hot to contemplating even holding wool for three months, never mind wear it.
Now I just have to clear the decks of any guilt-inducing Unfinished Objects and wait for the yarn to arrive. Woo-hoo!