One day, recently (and, really, one day only!), there was this:
And lo, it was foretold: the end of the gray knitting was nigh.
Happily, one day last week I happened to get home a little early and had a few minutes to wander around my local yarn/fabric shop. Off in a little corner I found a copy of this pattern (Purl Dreams by Heirloom Stitches) and it just so happened I already had some chunky yarn in my basket at home in lovely shades of Tiffany blue, light aqua and cream (Berrocco Vintage Chunky). Stash project, woo hoo! (Well, mostly stash; I may need to buy one more skein. We’ll see.)
I re-learned that chunky yarn and size 10 needles burns through projects quite quickly:
Sadly, I had to back off a bit as the tendonitis reared its ugly head again. But that’s okay, because I started going through a box of old fabrics. I found a whole stash of old-fashioned prints that I had never found a use for, and suddenly I pictured myself curled up under a quilt that matched a yellow striped chair and ottoman we saw at a Very Expensive Furniture Store the other day and which I instantaneously coveted. Seeing the fabric made something in my brain snap, and suddenly I *needed* to make a quilt that would be conducive to snuggling with a kitty while reading on a rainy day AND that would match a chair that I DO NOT OWN. (Yet.) So, like a woman possessed, I immediately stopped what I was doing (which, *ahem*, would be cleaning) and started cutting up 4″ x 8″ rectangles. When I ran out of fabric I went back to the box and found more. And after three nights, I have lots of squares that are now being sewn together. (Again, I have re-learned that big blocks go together quite quickly.)
What will come first, a finished quilt or the chair?