I've been a shockingly monogamous knitter as of late. See, even after some screw-ups, I got all the way to the toe of Monkey:
Only a few stitches to graft, and sock 1 will be done! All through the stalwart methodology of staying on track.
Or that's what would happen if I actually did stay on track. But with a handful of stitches needing grafting, I found myself unable to resist the siren song emanating from the bottom of my knitting bag, where a long (1+ years, anyway) abandoned project, buried under all kinds of other hopefuls, suddenly demanded my attention.
The Diamond Fantasy shawl, in Fleece Artist. I started it a long, long time ago, and screwed it up and screwed it up and finally jammed it back in the bag to be examined later. Apparently it got tired of waiting. I had to rip out everything I'd done--no small task with this yarn--and start over.
But I'm so happy with it. It's soft and it'll be pretty when it's done and blocked.
And maybe someday I'll graft Monkey. And even later, cast on for its partner.
Knitting monogamy, it turns out, is overrated.