Channeling the lust for yarn into barely controlled startitis is not an unreasonable compromise.
I need to be finishing (and I can barely stand to put it out there in public) Volt and Brando.
Instead, the Celtic Braid hat proceeds steadily. Eleven of sixteen repeats of the braid repeated. Na Craga needs work. (Twisty cuff sitting and waiting not so patiently on the dining room table.) Light And Up is winning the race currently, because, well, mindless. Like me.
Now? I want to start L'Enveloppe. It looks useful. Warm. There is some challenge involved (short rows, sewing, origami construction). I am trolling the stash, but stymied by not knowing how to figure the yarn quantity needed. (I haven't yet purchased the pattern.) Then I go back to the stash, and conjecture, then stop, because I don't know how to figure the yarn quantity needed.
Maybe something different will happen this weekend, (as in buy the pattern) and I will know how to figure out the yardage.
It has been a long week. I didn't even realize until mid morning that it is Friday the 13th today.