The barter mitts were getting my undivided attention and are finished except for the thumbs. This lack of projects was about to reach crisis proportions.
For an immediate fix I grabbed yarn that had been patiently waiting on my desk. Its destiny had been determined some time ago so I didn't have to give it much thought.
I diligently knit a swatch.
In no time I was off and running.
The wee beginning of Catkin. Of course this doesn't remedy my sock situation. I'm off to tackle that problem next.