The desire to buy yarn for a sweater is strong.
Actually, the desire to buy yarn for two sweaters is strong.
I recently bought the Colette sweater pattern after I saw Rachael Herron's version. Have you ever seen a better looking sweater? Nor have I. Buying a sweater's worth of yarn is fairly stressful to me, but this has become more confusing due to the fact that Rachael used a sport-weight yarn while the pattern calls for worsted. It puts me into a yarn-driven coma, where I sit drooling at the computer, repeatedly clicking through the "yarn ideas" pages for this pattern.
Then there's the Trolley Dodger.
It's a baseball sweater. A BASEBALL SWEATER!! I realize that it's April and the chance of me being able to wear this sweater anytime in the next six months is very, very small. I know this. Yet I still have to have a mental sit-down with myself to stop myself from ordering a jillion red and black balls of something lovely. (The fact that the suggested yarn and pattern would cost me $92 is helpful in cooling my enthusiasm.) But it's a baseball sweater, people! A sweater to be worn while watching baseball!
I blame the cabled wrap for my current sweater obsession.* The cabled wrap (although going well--hooray!) is incredibly boring 91.67% of the time**, which means that my brain wants to think up something else to knit instead.
I'm not going to buy more yarn though. I'm not going to cast on for a new sweater. I'm going to continue to work 2 x 2 ribbing in laceweight yarn, and I am going to focus on how lovely the finished product will be. I'm going to persevere and be faithful to the wrap.
Except for a pair of socks. But I'm knitting those at my mother's request, so they don't even count, do they? I didn't think so.
*I mean, really, why not blame it? It's put me through a lot of grief.
**Yes, that's an actual calculation.