Yes, I’ve finished Icarus!

*dances*

I think that’s a record–it’s the first time I’ve ever knit a project pretty much straight through without switching to something else (techinical difficulties notwithstanding).

It’s off the needles–I still have to weave in the ends and block it.

It looks really good. I’m so proud.

Unfortunately, in a haze of finished object euphoria, I did a bad thing.

I bought more yarn.

It’s not my fault, though. Really, it isn’t.

You see, I’m taking the Wilton cake decorating class at Michaels. Because they’re short something like 4 instructors in my district. So, I go to class with my little student kit, all cheerful. Then I get the REST of the supply list. So as I’m schlepping about town, buying something like $150 worth of supplies, I go to Wal-Mart.

There in the craft department, tempting me, was the yarn. It’s Red Heart, yes, I know. But Red Heart has its place, and afghans are definitely that place. I abuse my afghans. I spill tea and wine on them, and drop half a plate of spaghetti marinara on them. The cats knead them and suck on them and occassionally puke on them. They get thrown in the washer and dryer with no regard for proper wool care. Red Heart is my afghan yarn of choice.

It’s varigated yarn, turquoise and fuschia and several shades of purple. It’s so pretty and last night I swatched and cast on for an afghan, blatantly ignoring the many half-finished objects littering my apartment, begging to be finished.

Oops.