Ethereal

This is my favorite finished object in a while. It's lush and warm, and the color is just on the edge of being no color at all. I feel a little (just a little) like Grace Kelly when I put it on, though I seriously doubt it looks that way to anyone else.

I've knitted so many things this winter, but they're all little biddy ones - neckwarmers and mittens and hats upon hats - mostly for other people. It seems weird that I haven't finished a single sweater for myself this year. Usually I knit one or two a season. I've got some on the needles: Ysolda's Snow White, and my own little V-neck in sport-weight handpainted yarn that's a lovely dark blue-green.

I dunno. It's been strangely satisfying to only knit items that can be finished in a few hours. There's so much variety involved in jumping from one project to the next - a different set of colors, yarn that feels different in the hands, a different problem to be solved.

I'm not much of a multitasker - not sure if I've ever said that before, here - but I do like being able to move from one thing to the next because it's completed and I'm ready for something new.

I'm not sure whether that makes me a process knitter or a product knitter. I think there may be a third way: perhaps I'm a project knitter.

I like the feeling of moving through each part of the whole: yarn choice, rolling into a ball, starting (though I honestly hate casting-on; it always feels so tenuous), increasing and decreasing, winnowing down to the end, binding off. Soaking in eucalyptus bath, putting on or giving away. Hoping it fits.

PS. It occurs to me that this scarf suits the way March feels to me; not quite spring, not quite winter.