The stroll-through-stash scarf started from the ball wound with random lengths of wool has stalled and almost became part of decoration in the garden. (Throwing balls of wool or unfinished knitted projects outdoors does sound bizarre, doesn't it, but give it a try: bizarre can be beautiful.) The scarf, eight inches or so with three kinds of wool, just wasn't 'working' for me so I slid it off the needles and put it in the work-in-progress basket. Just now I took it up and considered it again. It didn't shout any "Hooray!" to signify it just needed time to nestle into my affection, but neither did it motivate a toss off the deck. Isn't it fascinating how something 'works' or doesn't, and often we have no idea why. With this 'intuitive knitting' there is no aspect of comparing with a pattern or design so the 'stall' is purely internal. It may be waiting on a time when I don't have so much else 'on the needles' and have an 'opening'. But that multi-wooled ball of yarn would likely look quite interesting rolling in the green long grass or caught in a tree branch and tumbling down...........