One night I had an idea. What if I made a mitered square blanket, alternating white-ish squares with colored ones? It would be an easy project, although a long one, and I like knitting mitered squares. And it would be fun to watch the colors comes together.
So I gathered all the white and off-white worsted from the stash into one bag and an assortment of colors of worsted into another and set off.
I started knitting. And it was addicting. I was on a roll, adding square after square, choosing colors, planning ahead. Eventually I made myself finish the row I was on and quit. I had other knitting that had deadlines. This afghan was a whim and could not be allowing to take over my knitting life.
But it calls to me…