I've got a serious case of knitting fever. Perhaps it's because I've done so much sewing of late and my sewing mojo needs a rest... who knows. Whatever the reason I'd love nothing more than sit all day and knit.
I know, hilarious thought. Sitting around all day doing nothing - because let's face it, that is what the world at large would think, right? - a week before Christmas, three days before we fly to Italy... Actually the thought of going to an airport during the Holidays with three children and a grumpy husband (he hates the combination airport/children) is enough to make me want to pretend that is not happening and hide in a corner. With my knitting.
Anyway, to cut a long story short (I've got knitting to do) when in town the other day I couldn't resist the sale in my local yarn shop... they had 10 gorgeous balls of thick luscious Rowan wool for less than half price. It had to be done. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do with them:

Isn't it cool? It's called 'Dill'. I casted on straight away. Fabulous yarn. Worked for about 20 rows. Stood back from the work and realised it would have fitted a pregnant African elephant. Frogged it. Went down 2 needle sizes (from 9mm to 7mm). Started again. Worked for about 20 rows again. Then as I was casually and lovingly glancing at the picture my blood froze in my veins... 'Dill, in Little Big Wool' it said.
LITTLE?
LITTLE BIG WOOL?
Pants. I wasn't using the right stuff.

I almost cried... Pathetic eh?
What a silly mistake. As much as I loved the pattern, I didn't feel generous enough to carry on and giving it to a non-pregnant African elephant for Christmas. The nights do get cold, but the days are so hot over there it wouldn't have been that appropriate a gift anyway. Luckily for me there was another pattern in the book I liked a lot so I was able to (RE)cast on and (try to)get on with life. So now I'm doing this:

It's called 'Anise'. And it has the added bonus of requiring button-shopping.
Using again size 9mm needles it grows really quickly and I've virtually finished the back already. I would have done if I wasn't telling you this!!
So buzz off everyone, I've got to ignore my children and knit for a while.
It's like an itch, isn't it? You gotta scratch it.