Start-ites. Can this be a word?

I have an addiction.
I suffer from "start-ites".
See that spool? That supper wonderful giant spool of cotton? It is begging to become a crocheted rug.
The problem? I have two afghans, fives scarves, and two purses on hooks already. Not to mention the embroidery I have on the needle, and the garb I have planned to make.
And yet, the rug, it calls to me so, so loudly. Sigh.

I have a plan for the rug. I do. I just need about twenty or so skeins of wool in muted greens, tan, dark dusky blue, and deep cranberry reds.

 But first I will finish this blanket. 

I love this yarn. It's a wool, silk, cotton blend that smells like French soap. 

Well, I'm off to go hooky some more.

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