Startitis... and Yarnxiety

There's nothing like a search for a specific skein of yarn, and not being able to find it, that will set your heart pounding and blood rushing to your ears (...you know.... that overwhelming whooooshing sound that accompanies fibre panic!!?)  Of course, that's what I'm thinking caused the "yarnxiety".... it may also have been the discovery of an overwhelming number of skeins of sock yarn I didn't realize I had... but I'll deny that was the case!!

The past several months (okay, years) have been focused on the pursuit of finally completing my Liberal Arts degree. Having achieved that goal in April, I felt it important to devote some much needed (and long overdue) dedicated time to my yarn stash.  Yes, I had been knitting and studying (and writing essays.... thousands upon thousands of words of essays, but I digress...), and in the interim added several pairs of socks to my collection. The most recently finished pair are the yellow Haystacks -- upon finishing, much to my dismay, I discovered one rogue purl stitch unsuccessfully attempting to hide in amongst the stockinette.  Why are those discoveries made only after the sock is finished, toe decreases done, and the kitchener stitch is complete?  It's now a "design feature" -- that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

So, with the yellow socks off the needles, and a few more ideas floating around in my head, off I go in search of a yummy sherbert mix of summer colours to start a new pair of socks.  The yarn is in my Ravelry stash, so I know it's with my other yarn and therefore should be easy to find. Search the first bin. Nope. Heart beats a bit faster. Has to be in the other bin. (Note the use of the word "other" in this context, suggesting there are two bins.) Search the second bin. Nope. No. Nadda. Whooshing sound starts in my ears.  Go back and search first bin. Did I reach the bottom and look at all the skeins in their plastic bags? Nothing.

Yarnxiety is setting in. Also not seeing some of my favourite Bugga yarns, and quite a few String Theory skeins appear to have gone wayward as well.... and they must be partying with that delightful Casbah Handmaiden skein, 'cuz it's not to be seen either....  Whooshing sound is getting louder. Heart beat is palpable.  Of course, if I had done this in the evening when I wasn't bound by the confines of a work schedule, the pounding/whooshing may not have overtaken any element of reason I possessed. 

Resigned to do a more thorough hunt through the stash when I had more time to conduct a rational search, I walked away. Remember that skein of Casbah? Well, there it was waving to me out of the corner of a third  bin, inviting me to join the party. Yes, the invitees were String Theory and Bugga, and that skein of sherbert coloured yarn that was the object of my search. They were having a great time, totally oblivious to my thoughts of posting wanted pictures on milk cartons.

So, heart rate is normal, whooshing sound is gone.... ready to wind the chosen skein and cast on.  It's Grant Creek Yarns in "Tequila Sunrise".

And why, you ask, is this post called "Startitis"? Because I didn't really need to endure the effects of yarnxiety... I do have five other socks in progress, two which were started this weekend.  I suspect the startitis, like the yarnxiety, will pass in due time...