commitment

As many a knitter has discovered, commitment can be a dirty word. We're talking project loyalty here, people. I am one of those knitters who is about as far from being able to stick to one project as it is possible to be. Currently, my list of UFO's entails:

a half-knit dishcloth
a half-knit bunny
a cardigan that would like to have finished front panels, sleeves and perhaps a collar
a pile of babette squares that want nothing more than to become the blanket they know they can be
barely a cuff of a pair of herringbone mitts
nearly half a pair of socks for the boyfriend (which is the only project I'm currently allowing myself to work on)
a dreadful acrylic rainbow scarf I started sometime last year
a harry potter house scarf that desperately needs fringe
a clapotis that I would love to be working on, damn those boy socks
a giant fuzzball granny square destined to one day be a baby blanket
nearly finished red toe-up socks of questionable fit
a hexagon blanket
a god-awful acrylic disaster of twisted ST ST gryffindor scarf
an amigurumi giraffe for my mom

so here's my plan. I am not going to cast on ANY new projects for the next few months. I am going to finish the boy socks and then I will take care of some of the small things. dishcloth - easy. giant fuzzball granny square - cake. my red socks - pie. they'll get done in a few days (we're assuming I have time and brain cells during the holidays for these few things done. also, I am confident that before the new year I will have a fully sewn up babette.

then... I tackle my worst enemy. the cardigan. I pretty much hate this thing. a lot. I started it at least a year ago when my knitting skill was far less superb, so it's really awful and monotonous now. I want a sweater with pizazz! I do still want to wear this sweater, which is good.

I also want to take this moment to clarify that I do not consider making small holiday santas or snowmen to be "casting on new projects" as they are necessary-ish items for holiday enjoyment.

also - if my kindly parents do decide to buy me yarn to make the Serenity Sweater (ravelry-only link, sorry), then I really can't be blamed for casting on for that, because I want to know who is able to resist 12 balls of Kidsilk Haze staring them down. Not me. I'll probably be hardly able to resist just sitting there petting them.

Ok! That's all for now. I feel armed and ready to tackle my UFO pile. Huzzah.