Picky, picky?

Spot is so happy spring is here. He spends his days either curled up someplace warm (and preferably sunny) or perched in a window "hunting" for bugs, birds, and other cats; his evenings are whiled away either on my lap or in his cat tree. I'm super jealous.

I wish my knitting was as zen as my cat these days. I've frogged a record number of projects, and I'm wondering if I'm being sensible and correcting defects that needed fixing, or if I'm being WAY too fussy about my projects. The only thing I've knit on in the past two weeks and not frogged is the Monet shawl, and even that project is not making me happy. I've been slogging along on the Monet shawl (pics to be delivered when I get some sun back), and after approximately 15,000 stitches, I still can't decide if the yarn is going to turn out a nice or even interesting shawl. The adjective I'm worrying about right now is hideous. The yarn which was shown and descriped as mostly green with blues and a bit of orange has turned out to contain lots and lots of orange, with blue, yellow, and a hint here and there of green. Not exactly what I was looking for, but I wound it and cast on, telling myself the colours would grow on me. They haven't. I'd been planning to wear it to MSW, but I'm not so sure about it. I worry every time I pick it up that it's just going to turn out completely naf. I flirt with the idea of overdyeing it with some green or blue or anything to make it less orange, which is my absolute least favorite colour. I'm not sure that will actually make the thing greener, but it may make it mostly brown. That may not be a bad thing.