Time to cue up the Gershwin. Look who's blocking:
...and blocking. And blocking. Sheesh. Won't you dry, wool? But anyhow. Another day to sit, two wee pockets and some buttons and that sucker's finally a FO..
I'll now channel my euphoria at using up that stash by going on an imaginary shopping spree. And get back to 1930, now that it's had time to think about its crimes.