Surgical knitting

What a great opportunity surgical intervention offers to one's knitting life.
Isn't this what knitters wish for occasionally?
A quick and time-limited bout of semi-immobility?
You're supposed to rest and everyone around you is definitely giving the impression that it's fine to do so, you can't get to a wool shop to buy more wool to start more things that will remain unfinished, so you must look to the stash and thence to the UFOs (unfinished objects) and perhaps do some completer-finishing.
First I proceeded to the successful completion of the Noro Kureyon gilet-waistcoat affair, you might have caught a glimpse last Sunday but here it is my latest robe of glory.
Far in excess of satisfactory to the point where I'm feeling a bit smug about this one, I love it for its mismatchedness, it fits nicely, I found some neat little buttons and I'm going to bind the rib faux-pas debacle with velvet (thank you for that wonderful idea whoever it was out there who suggested it) and this wool is dreamily soft and quick to knit up.
I then reverted to the stash and wasted an inordinate amount of precious time getting my tricoteurial come-uppance before I realized that buying this wool online, 500gms for £12 was always going to end in tears. In fact you can see that I actually kidded myself it would be better on a second attempt on smaller needles when of course it was all hopeless.
Pure wool supposedly (but I have my doubts) lovely colour, indigo flecked, but thin and substanceless in my hand and thinner and even more lacklustre as I knitted...twice.
I'm not even sure what I thought I was knitting. I blame the combined effects of a visit to the Kingdom of Anaesthesia with a browse through the new Rowan Alpine pattern book and a sudden penchant for sleeveless knitting which gains the finished object so much faster,
It was not to be and nor am I sure what kept me knitting when it was so obvious the thing, whatever it was, was a complete disaster until eventually I ceremoniously ripped it off the needles and then wondered anyway about the logistics of that collar which involves a 258 stitch rib with a complex degree of shaping difficulty built in.
So I settled back into the Baby Llama jumper now onto sleeves and which rates as the softest most rewarding wool it has ever been my privilege to cast onto a set of needles, the colour and texture all perfect and this picture doesn't really do the depth of this blue any favours, it really is delicious.
Of course no bout of knitting complete without some more socks and the new Noro sock wool, slow to reveal its secrets but I'm sure they are there.
Incidentally, does anyone else use the wool from the centre of the ball rather than the outside?
Don't ask me why I did but I wish I hadn't.