The Art of Procrastination

What I was going to do was find out how to steek from a fair isle book that's lying around my house somewhere. That was the plan. All I had t do was find the book.

So, to that end, I went on a book hunt. While hunting, I found this sock I started on the bus to MDSW:


I did a couple of rows, but then I felt guilty and started looking for the book again.

Then I found this sock which I started and hated, but figured I'd better make them anyway:


I got pretty far along when I started to feel guilty. So, after a few rows, I went on the book hunt again. On the way, I found this sock:


After a few rows, I made a mistake on the placement of the stitch markers and now I'll have to undo a row (or two). So, I put that down and decided I'd better look for that book - for real this time.

Near one of the stacks of books I found this lace yarn and knew I had just the pattern for it. Oh, now how can I resist? So, I started this shawl with the pretty Spring like lace weight yarn I got two thousand years ago from Mystical Creations Yarn (now out of business):


Yes, it's garter stitch nirvana and a really quick knit, but I really, really need to find that book! I thought maybe it's downstairs where some of my books are stored (there's so many of them). But I made the fatal mistake of passing my spinning wheel and the cabinet next to it with all that delicious fiber in it.

I'd purchased two braids of this Falkland fiber and I only remember drafting one. Well, the way I spin, I know that I can generally get two spools out of a 4 oz braid. I filled one, and while allegedly looking for the book, I spun one more spool:



After I filled up another spool and realized there was an awful lot of fiber left to spin, I realized that I did draft two braids and that I didn't have to put an ancient Indian curse on the cat for stealing a braid. Whew!

And before you know it, it was 11:00p and too late to look for the book or to finish a sock or shawl or the spinning.

So instead of doing any of those things, I started another sock with yarn I like. Just a little something to help me sleep after a stressful day of startitis:

I never did find that book, and to be honest, I probably don't even have a book about steeking.

And that, my friends, is the art of procrastination.