I've made a few things in the recent past that I really loved and many have gone off to very satisfied customers. It's funny how once you've transformed a skein of yarn into something (even as simple as a scarf) it holds more meaning than it did in its original form.
My love affair with all things string began when I was a little girl and short of not being able to use my hands, I can't see it coming to an end until I die. I adore the feel of yarns, the colors and the way combining can elicit an altogether different feel. I think that my love of the yarn itself keeps me wanting to keep stitches pretty standard. I want the yarn expressed most in the finished project and I don't like to futz with it too much. ;)
My stash of yarn is always calling me and forcing me to divide my time between it and my other love... writing. A never ending battle that's a little bit torture and a little bit love but wholly consuming on both fronts.