Impulse control

First things first: I think my knitting mojo is going to be making a much-anticipated return, my friends.  I finished a long-standing project that was sucking my will to live this weekend, and now I feel as though a bevvy of wonderful opportunities are laid out before me.

Long-term project monogamish-ness had made knitting about as exciting as brushing my teeth, and now that the never-ending project of doom is getting the snot blocked out of it upstairs*, everything feels shiny and new.  I'm stalking patterns on Ravelry, drooling over yarn, daydreaming about books...  Heck, I may even put a few rows on the green scarf tonight!  My trust, faith and deep, deep devotion to knitting has been restored, people. 

It was in that spirit that I went stash diving this afternoon.  I know exactly what my next "big" project is going to be, but can't cast on just yet, so I was just having a wee look around.  You know, a "I wonder if I have the yarn for that other thing that caught my eye this morning" gander, if you will.

Have you ever gone stash diving and come across yarn that you didn't remember you had?  Didn't remember at all?  And I'm not just talking about a solitary leftover hank of Cascade 220 or a stray skein of Colinette Jitterbug.  No, I'm talking sweater quantities of yarn.  Yarn that you were in such a frenzy to buy because you absolutely, positively needed that cardigan right. frickin'. now and it's just been sitting there?  For 3 years???

Um... yeah.  Me neither.  I mean... who does that?  Right?

*Ahem*

Happy Knitting, Everyone!

*More on that project once I've been to the button shop!