That's how these big knitter-gatherings all go. I hang around with a whole passel of other knitters with their beautiful hand knit items on full display (Rhinebeck, Stitches, Yarn Harlot booksigning) and come home with a nagging thought ... something I should do ... something I just saw everyone else with ... I should cast on a lace shawl.
I know there's people out there that cast on lace shawls without a moment's thought, but I've never knit one before (doesn't mean I don't collect patterns, though.) I've got some green yarn that would work fine and I've got the Flower Basket pattern, and I've got a needle and there's nothing stopping me but a house to move, a house to paint and a whole lot of other knitting that could be done instead.
I did manage to finish a hedgehog the other week, for the daughter of a dear friend from grad school.
"What is that?" Janice asked (not the dear friend.)
"It's a hedgehog," I said.
"I thought it was an Afro!" she hooted.
So now, somewhere outside London, a small child is (hopefully) clutching her beloved handknit hedgehog that her mother named Tom Jones.