For me, the whole Crazy Knitting Woman thing comes in spurts. Looooong spurts. Like 10-month spurts. And then, I sort of peter out, you know? It's not like I don't like to knit anymore all of a sudden; it's something else. It's almost like I forget about it one day and don't pick up the needles. Then the next day comes and for some reason Knitting isn't in the front of my mind anymore and I go about my day.
That's how it has been the past few days.
I must have gotten busy with something else about three days ago (spinning) and Knitting went into hibernation. Sort of like a lot of knitters do when the warm weather comes creeping in. Personally, I never understood how one would lose that loving feeling simply because it's warmer outside, because most people knit sweaters in pieces, but what can I say? I'm a serial knitter, except for the past three days. I'm the type of serial knitter who'd even knit a wool afghan out there under the sun, and without a breeze.
Shoot, I'm the kind of person who'd knit under the worst of circumstances. I'd even knit myself a new winter sweater while waiting for my moment on death row.
But I like knitting more than spinning--thank goodness--so this little knitting vacation will end soon enough.
Oh, and yeah. I think, from now on, I'm going to knit my test swatches in the shape of the intended design. Pretty corny, I know. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to keep the love alive. I figure, with my failing memory and all, that as long as I don't lose the swatch, I'll have something to refer to should I forget how the finished item is supposed to look.
Oh and thanks everyone for trying to remind me of that runner who pooped their pants while running a very long run on national TV. Notice how there have been more than a few (different) names mentioned? Seems more than one hungry soul pooped their pants on national TV. Just sayin'.
BTW: Okay, I'm ready to scream. Have you seen those Noni purses and all that (truly inexpensive) wool on kpixie? Oy. Talk about bringing back the lovin' feeling. Yeah, and I know that felted purses have that Special Something, the Special Something that somehow attracts every piece of lint in the joint, but come on. They. Are. So. Cute. So cute.