I'm on the final design for my knitting book but it's just so hot I can't hold all of that merino. I've thus turned to small swatches of fair isle, using scrap yarn (of which I have virtually none, ahem.)
Just when I think I can't stand a swatch, some other weird color is added, I sleep on it and the next morning I see it differently.
Stranded knitting, intarsia and fair isle will always be my first love since that was what people did when I learned to knit back in the 1980s. It was in New Zealand and nobody that I saw did lace and cables.
In fact, and forgive me if I've mentioned this, the first sweater I knitted had an intarsia typography design. With all the hopefulness of a sixteen year old knitter making her first sweater, I started the chart at the wrong end. It came out like this: TINK DNAH. Great if you have a giant mirror around but otherwise among the most frustrating knitting moments in history.