Most of the time--especially with garments--I never ever weave in as I knit. Why? A couple of times I did just that and then ended up having the frog the entire shebang and deal with cutting out knots, finding where ends were woven in and losing a ton of yarn in the process, not to mention what I consider to be one of my better characteristics: Easy-going-ness. Ha.
So, I started, on a lark, knitting some log cabin squares. I haven't ever really knit a log cabin square so I poked around a bit and came up with what I thought was a wonky enough square that would lend itself to sock yarn leftovers that have color changes. I'm not a matchy-girl so it suits me just fine to knit the squares and have them look off kilter.
And so I knit.
And I swear: I'm not bored. Just waiting for something to happen, if you know what I mean. Writers dabble in words or write whatever the heck comes to mind when the words don't come easy. Artists? I'm not much of one, but I bet they must have some exercise they do to get the juices flowing. Me? I guess I just knit squares.
Come to think of it, my last two books required that I knit hundreds of swatches. Square-shaped swatches. So there you go: Now that those two books are under my belt and the next one comes out this Spring, I'm back at knitting squares.
Call me an old dog, or maybe a horse that knows its way home when his rider falls off and dies or something. Or call me a homing pigeon, or one of those zany swallows that poops everywhere when they finally arrive back home.
Or maybe don't call me at all. I'm too busy with this thing.