Whenever I'm under the gun to finish a knitting project--whatever the project--I lose my mind and during the home stretch, I end up casting on for new projects, even though I absolutely must finish something else. It's just one of those rules/truths in my life, like:
1. If I go to IKEA for a single pack of their cocktail napkins, I will come home with something from the Basisk Series, three jars of Lingonberry, another toilet brush, two plastic ice cube trays in weird shapes, and oh, a piece or two to add to my dying Billy Bookcase System collection.
2. When cooking, if I see some errant piece of vegetable that's brownish and I let it go into the salad along with the other stuff anyway, once I toss it, it will ALWAYS end up on my plate. Ditto for gristle when dealing with animal products.
3. When I go shopping for yarn, I will come home with anything but what I went there to get in the first place.
4. When entering an airplane, I will look up and around, catch the eye of someone who looks like a nightmare to sit next to, and I will always end up next to them. Never fails.
5. Ditto for the bike at the gym.
6. And the yoga joint.
7. When we go wine tasting and all of us are standing in a row waiting for our tastes, every single time, the person conducting the tasting pours less wine in my glass than the other people. This is a theory we have tested time and time again. We have even traded places, thinking it was just where I was standing; but no, I always get less wine to taste. Ask HWWV and he'll confirm this hypothesis.
8. If I buy a lottery scratcher thingy of a certain theme that costs 3 bucks, I will always win 5 bucks, nothing more, nothing less. But when I take the winnings and buy that same 3-buck ticket and another 2-buck one, I will win that same five bucks again on that same themed ticket, and so it goes.
9. This used to always be the case, and I haven't had to deal with it as much as I used to, except for once in awhile now that I do occasional phone interviews, but whenever I have had to wait for a date or a meeting, the person who I was waiting for would only show up after the cat pooped or when I was in the bathroom and could hardly make it to the door or phone. In the case of the date, I'm sure they thought I was the one who pooped.
10. If I were the bachelor and some girl in a purplish dress and knee-high boots turned to me while crossing the road and squeaked or screeched, "squeeeee!" or something to that effect, I would send her home as soon as we got to the other side of the street.
This is my latest On the Needles project, this Simple Things Shawlette, one that I have no business knitting because, first, I don't usually wear these kind of scarves, and second, I should know by now that I start these kind of projects because I'm avoiding the obvious. The yarn is Pagewood Farms sock yarn. The one with the cashmere in it.