Promiscuous Knitter

I admit it. I have a problem.

Yesterday, the boys went skiing, and I had six glorious hours all to myself. I worked a bit on the smut, and a bit on the resume. I drank coffee, and ducked out to look at digital cameras. Finally, I popped a movie in and settled down to knit.

I've been such a good girl, too; all I had hanging around on the needles was the Steppe sweater and the ladybug hat/baby hat combo (this is two hats, but since one is made of the leftovers from the other, and they're destined for the same head, they've become one in my mind. Only two (three) projects! So virtuous, and I really can see the light at the end of the hat tunnel.

So what did I do? I cast on for another hat. I had planned to do the Aran cap from the Knitter's Almanac for January, but a few rows into it, I wasn't having much fun. I started to rationalize: really, I wanted to do the full-on Aran sweater, but I refuse to knit myself a sweater until I've lost a set amount of weight (no, I'm not sharing the number). And, after all, I don't really even wear hats; they give me apalling hair. So maybe I shouldn't keep going with this. Maybe I should start the Almanac in February, and come back around to the Aran next January, when I can do it properly. Besides, I'm really not wild about this fishtrap pattern, and it will be much better once I've designed my own...

I stopped working on the hat. At this point, common sense anf knitterly virtue would dictate that I pick up, say, the Steppe sweater. (Perfect movie knitting. All stockinette. Way better than cables. Idjit.) Can you guess what happened instead?

Bad knitter. Faithless knitter. Where has my attention span gone?