Fall knitting

I'm learning that when one's taste in knits tends towards post-apocalyptic trash and absurd loungewear, it's damn hard to find patterns.

I mean, sure, I can knit myself an electric blue version of this gem. But after I finish my poncho, what's next?

Well, there's this wicked cardigan, a sweet bag, and some wontons and eggrolls for Enid Coleslaw. That's what.