Time to seriously destash. I MEAN it this time. Here is the link to the Destash trainwreck in case my pain needs to become your gain. Sock yarn will be coming soon once the sweater yarn is kaputsky.
Short of a clinical evaluation, the arrived-in-the-mail-yesterday evidence below (Shibui orchid, isn't it a looker?) is the closest thing I have to a verification of my state of mental disorder. I wasn't kidding about the not-right-in-the-head thing.