I’ve been knitting myself into a corner. One sock blanket is done, a few more rectangles accomplished on the other. I have spent what seems like an inordinate amount of time attempting to untangle the clutter in the living room, only to have it explode in to a larger mess.
I’d like to call uncle and give everything a rest. In reality it isn’t that simple. Life, work and kid stuff seems to soldier on, no matter what I do or don’t do. Quite frankly, I feel as if my creativity has fallen into a bottomless bucket, leaving me capable only of miles and miles of garterstitch on size 0 needles. Clearly, I need to get a life.
On the other hand, perhaps not is all lost. Let me tell you a story about three women who meet for coffee and the difference between knitter and non-knitter was self-evident after a couple of hours. The non-knitter was distracted, restless and making grumblings about the things to be accomplished for the rest of the day. The knitters? They could have cared less if they were there three more hours.
Just refill my coffee cup damn it and pass me that ball of sock yarn. I’ve got it all under control.
You should have heard the knitter grumbling after all the hours and hours of shopping she was dragged along for.