Kinky sock yarn & cathartic frogging

You'd be surprised (I certainly was) by how calm I was last night when I gave up, after yet another cast-on mishap with the now-frayed-and-kinky (but still so gorgeous!) sock yarn, and buried it deep at the bottom of my stash basket, along with its two sets of evil twin acolytes, Circs 1 & 3. They are not to be looked at again for another couple of weeks (for which my dear, patient hubby is very grateful), by which time I hope that the Evil Fairy of New Projects will have taken her curses elsewhere.

Instead of knitting, last night DH & I frogged the navy blue Alafoss Lopi scarf--it felt sooo good to rip--and balled it all up so that, this morning, I could start fresh and cast on for the capelet I planned to use the yarn for. Such blissful mindless knitting with the thick, sturdy lopi!