Brain? Brain.

Something frightening happened this morning while pawing through the stash. I came across five colours of Rowan’s discontinued Yorkshire Tweed 4ply, and immediately thought a) these would look great together as stripes; b) I have enough for a vest; c) it wouldn’t take long to work up.

It’s official. The temporary garment-knitting ban has affected my brain. I might be yarn-obsessed, but I am not a speedy knitter, and the idea that a vest knit at 7 sts/in to fit my fat self wouldn’t take long to knit… well. It kinda smacks of insanity.

Once I’d given the tweed a stern lecture and stowed it out of my sight, I took the only logical (ha) course of action–I went to the LYS and snagged the yarn for that two-toned shrug I was thinking about a week ago. Noro Taiyo and coordinating wool, in cheerful colours that made me forget all about the earth-toned Rowan.

I’m making a few small alterations, all to the sleeves. I want them to fit now but also not look ridiculous later, which seems to mostly involve omitting the cuff ribbing and making them looser and slightly belled. I have narrow shoulders, which is working in my favour, because I can knit the to fit them rather than having to take my sizeable boobs and lower half into consideration.

I’m so pleased with allowing myself to knit something I can wear again that it’s almost sad. But really, if knitting didn’t bring me joy, I wouldn’t be doing it.

Right? Right.

Random crocus photo. The snow has receded from their corner of the garden, and they’re doing just fine.