Sometimes, though, it would maybe be better if you could wait.
Feast your eyes on the modified February Baby Sweater.
If it were a trailer, it would be a double-triple-wide. A houser of at least twenty people. I'm using the Encore Worsted I got on sale at Black Sheep. The needles are size 8. No big deal. Except the body portion is disproportionately wide. The first sleeve came out giant like a tarp, so I ripped it and cast on fewer stitches. The teeny-tiny voice of knitting doom told me to consider picking up fewer body stitches too, but I called the devil a liar and kept on trucking. Now I'm on a trip to Rip City. Oh well.
It's just that I couldn't resist that adorable stockinette yoke, which a fellow Zimmermaniac dreamt up, and I was in a race to bind off so I could finesse the whole deal with some sassy red buttons.
All is not lost. I spent Sunday cleaning my apartment, watching one of my all-time favorite movies, Auntie Mame (Rosalind Russell, girl you know you needed to quit!), and working on the sweater. Looks like this Sunday I'll be doing more of the same. It's hard to get in a snit about that.