I don't buy yarn that I've never seen or felt before, but DAMN YOU KELLY PETKUN for making me drool and yelp with glee at all of your yarns. Damn you from the bottom of my bank account.
On a more exciting note (not that glorious balls of Simple Stripes aren't exciting), HOLY CRAP:
This is truly a great moment in The History of Man. Or maybe just The History of Jenna's Knitting. But still, HOLY CRAP INTARSIA. I cried a little with glee. I love my spontaneous moments of motivation... especially when they actually lead to something other than rage. And yes, that's the glorious dorm room. Note the yarn box in the background. That was cleaned and organized during my motivational fit, too. That motivational fit involved winding some floppity hanks, which provided me with an important life lesson: Berrocco Quest is the devil. Of course, she's an alluring beast and I'll end up making something terribly regrettable out of her.
It's a children's hat I made without a pattern for Afghans for Afghans. And I made a pom pom. Lacking any cardboard whatsoever for a pom pom maker, I folded over duct tape a bunch of times and cut accordingly. It worked....
I finished some cotton socks, too, and I have a delicious funnel top on the needles, but I seriously ran out of the three yarns I'm triplestranding 2 damned inches before the end of the piece. And since it's on 15s, 2 inches isn't many rows. There was a lot of rage. If you have any shade of pink Cascade 220 hanging around, even if it's just ten yards, let's talk. Current project? Mittens in Lamb's pride Aztec Turquoise and Periwinkle, switching colors every 2 rows. With some Berrocco Quest on the cuff... alluring devil.