I recently spent two days in a row weaving in ends on projects that I had forgotten about.
I found this shawl stashed under the coffee table in the living room. I had never finished it or blocked it.
It was a lot of work to crochet it. You'd think I would have worked up some enthusiasm for wearing it. Instead I let it gather dust.
It started out as this innocent mohair and I remember plainly being all fired up about buying it and using it for this project. Now I'm going to wait for a sunny day to block it-if I don't forget about it again in the meantime.