I bought yarn last week.  No big deal there.  I buy yarn all the time.  This yarn, however, is speaking to me something fierce.  From the pictures online, it told me it wanted to be a shawl.  Something floral.

When I received it yesterday, it was still telling me it wanted to be a shawl, but it didn't have to be floral, just feminine.

I poured over my stitch dictionaries last night.  What about this?  No. How about this and this?  Maybe.  Ooh, this lace with this edging?  No, not quite. What if I changed this stitch pattern and added this panel?  No, no freaking way.

Finally, after more than two hours.  I went back to a stitch pattern that I've loved for a while.  I drew up a quick sketch with a broken crayon that was sitting next to me.  It's simple but elegant and feminine, which is quickly becoming my design aesthetic. 

When the kids go down for a nap this afternoon, I'm going to get it charted up and ready for me to cast on.

I can't wait.