3:16 p.m. - 2006-10-24
When we were cleaning out her apartment I eyed her wonderful knitting basket full of rich, wonderfully textured wools and yard. I made sure that no else wanted it, and happily added it to my pile o'stuff. I haven't looked into the collection since bringing it home, but just a week ago I thought I'd do a more thorough investigation. That was it - game over ...
Oh, it started out innocently enough. Lets see if I can make one of those fancy knitted kitchen wash cloths. .... well .... Lets see if I can do another one, only actually have it resemble a kitchen cloth.
No, uh, no such like .... well then ... how about a scarf ...
Mmmmmmm ..... this is coming along fine. It looks like the beginnings of a scarf. It has a slight pattern that I can actually identify and doesnít just look like random holes throughout my work. Yes, itís a good thing.
What flaxen thread can I bend my will to next? What mountain of milled madness can I conquer?
That said Ė I draw the line at socks. I will not knit socks.