I have the impulse control of a toddler.

I went from this:

to this:

in record time. That's actually the second attempt at those three repeats of the pattern. But I don't care. The yarn is soft, pretty and makes me happy. I could be perfectly content to knit and knit and knit with it -- although I would like to eventually finish the scarf so I can wear my sweet little cuddly Crowley around my neck. Keeping me warm.

I think I will have this pseudo-professionally blocked when I'm done -- that means I give it to the member of my knit coven who enjoys blocking -- because I want it to be blocked out as blocked out as it can get.

Maybe I should invest in blocking wires, instead.