Pass Me the Ritalin

In a bizarre moment of knitter ADD (bizarre for me at least) I've started a fourth project.

We know I'm working on this:



and I think I've mentioned frogging this and starting over a sweater for The Hubba:



and, of course, the mystery gift, behind door number two, that you cannot see.

I'm pretty well stocked with knitting right now and it's a great variety of projects. I work on the stole when I only need to pay some attention, the sweater, with it's rows and rows of stockinette stitch, when I'm paying no attention (particularly beneficial during exciting television shows) and the double-secret probation project when I want to concentrate.

There is absolutely no explanation for the sudden and strong impulse that seized me yesterday to make this baby blanket for our friends, the Hajeks:



They don't know the baby's gender so I picked this Cascade Sierra (in an eighty-twenty cotton-wool blend) in a honey-gold color:



This comes on the heels of a month that I've not felt knitting inspired. The desire, it appears, for yarn and needles, is coming in feast or famine mode (good to note, I also have this feeling towards chocolate though I tend to feast far more than I famine) and at the moment we're feasting.

So far I'm not feeling any "too many projects'' nerves. I have high hopes for finishing everything I've started. I won't be starting anything new until I've finished one or two of these. I'm sure this isn't the start of a new (bad) habit. Everything is fine. And I'll be knitting again momentarily. As soon as my eye stops twitching.