A few weeks ago I saw this book of knitted dolls with wild hair and jazzy clothes, and I thought to myself it was just what I needed to use up the many, many odds and ends of yarn I've collected over the years - especially the last six, when I've been making little garments for the grandchildren.
I got it, and put it aside, and when today turned out dismal, I thought I'd make a start.
And you know what? Amongst the dozens of balls of yarn, there isn't a single one in a colour that approximates to any shade of human flesh.
So, onto the internet, and back to socks for the time being.