My fear of having Only One Project seems to keep me from finishing anything too quickly. I’d rather savor each one, and work on it when the mood strikes, than commit myself to finishing one at a time. Funny, this thought never occurred to me before the Knitting Olympics! Those sixteen days of monogamy were pure, sockless torture.
I’ve always started whatever, whenever, fretting only when the Pile of Knitting begins to obstruct my path, or when all my size 7’s are in use, or when nothing I start satisfies me. That’s when a deep breath is in order, and some ruthless frogging, too. I have plenty of big ideas, the yarn to make them happen, and — best of all — no deadlines!