Those who know me know that I'm a fairly methodical person. I tend to do things in a linear fashion, I'm organized (just ask my friend J about my sock drawer...), I see things through. So, how on earth did this happen to me?
When I began knitting a year ago (thanks to M), I would start a project, finish it, and then move on to the next. No buying new yarn for me until the last project was completed, or very near to it. No sirree. I would come home from knit night marveling at all the different projects some of the group had going at once. Did they all have some type of Knitting A.D.D.? A fear of commitment? More needles than they knew what to do with? Was loving a knitting project like loving a good read, where you don't want the book to end? I just couldn't really understand the whole thing.
Then, gradually, I began thinking that it was helpful to have two projects going at once, to vary the stitch patterns that my hands were doing and thereby avoid some type of repetitive motion injury (nice logic, huh?). Yes, two projects was just the right amount. Or so I thought. It was, instead, the beginning of the end.
Now, it appears I've succumbed. Projects are breeding like rabbits in my knitting bag, the majority incomplete, some needing to be frogged, some waiting to begin. I have no logical explanation for this phenomenon. And I don't know whether to be embarrassed, or proud.