This has been a difficult month. Whilst feeling very pleased with myself for all the finished projects, I am now desperate to cast something new on. Startitis is rearing its head again and the skeins of Posh Yarn in the Stash Basket are calling me.
Tempting me as I brush past them.
Begging me to look at them.
'Choose me, you know you want to.'
'Feel me, I'm so soft and cosy; so strokeable.'
'Look at me, see my bright colours, you need bright colours to beat this miserable weather.'
Oh help me someone please. It's a difficult time and I'm struggling.