Never Shall It Die

Yes, I stole the title from Pirates of the Carribean.
No, it pertains nothing to pirates. Today, I have discovered my stash swallowing solid objects. Pattern books and crochet hooks, nothing stays around long when placed near my ever-growing stash.
I am experiencing knitter's block. I have gone through countless books and websites and I have come up with nothing new. Grr. I think I will pull out my old blouse from last year. That's the only that sounds fun at this point.
I want to make something for Chris, but I don't know what. I never see him wear slippers or scarves or hats. I don't really know what I want to make yet. I really would love to make him a sweater, but I don't have the patience or the attention span. Nor am I totally sure I'm ready to make that kind of commitment on either my time, money, or relationship. I do not know.
I am going to go work on my blouse. I've come to loathe it over the past few months. Maybe I'll just give it to Ande.
Confound these damn nails.