So, when I set out to knit my co-worker a pair of fingerless mitts (the red ones, a couple of posts ago) , I'd forgotten something very important. They're fast. They knit up quickly and give me that tangy little buzz of finishing something. They shamelessly pander to every goal-oriented gene in my body. What does this mean? Well, that they're approximately as addictive as crack. Witness:
But! I am strong willed. I am In Charge Of My Knitting. I can stop any time I want to. See:
Mittens! (Knit flat, two at a time.)
Okay, so maybe I'm still all about the instant gratification.