I keep thinking I should blog more. But sometimes this fabulous life of knitting isn’t the most interesting.
Sometimes my day consists of 8 hours of sitting and moving two needles back and forth watching the skein of yarn on the floor wither away like a starving child. (That was a weird image to equate with yarn). I’m a product knitter. I’m not about the process – I want it over so I can have the product! Yet when I am not knitting I feel like part of me is missing. I think it’s the yarn part of me.
8 hours you say? When do you have time to knit for 8 hours? Well, I’m a perpetual student who doesn’t work (though I applied for a tutoring job – also a desk job where I can knit while answering phones!) This WILL become more than a hobby someday. I figure knitting while getting paid is almost the same thing as being paid to knit, so I’ll just stick with that. Shut up, it totally works.
Some days are more interesting than others. Like the days when I throw the knitting across the room because I’ve effed up the pattern for the tenth time that hour and have to go back three rows AGAIN. That’s when I decide the project is out to get me, it’s just messing with my head. Some projects do that, you know. There are little demons lying in wait inside some patterns that cause you to do the most awful things. Like missing yo’s in multiple places of your lace. Or cabling the wrong way ten rows back, but it’s totally obvious and there’s no way you could pass it as “yeah it was part of the pattern, weird huh.” Or turning the beautiful seed stitch texture into ribs while you were (totally paying attention, but) watching the Lord of the Rings for the billionth time. (I heart those movies).
So interesting is in the eye of the beholder, or something. I just wish I had the motivation to knit in something other than pajamas more often. I’m so fabulous.
Eat. KNIT. Run. Blog.