Vacuum

People keep telling me I'm a fast knitter. I can't tell you how many times I've heard/read comments about my crazy, über-fast skillz. Friends/colleagues/readers look at my crazy DORMA life and - more often than not - marvel at how much knitting I can get done.

I guess it must be true (after all, 18 people can't all be wrong, right?). But the truth is that I don't really consider myself to be fast and/or particularly productive. Mostly it's just incredibly frustrating. When you consider the time I actually get to spend knitting as opposed to the time I spend thinking about it? Really, I barely get to knit at all.

Take this past week for instance. I've been thinking about knitting pretty much non-stop, queuing patterns, dreaming about stash enhancement, planning my wardrobe in accordance with the cardis and woolly accessories which shall soon be in my closet (once I've knit them, anyway), and yet what have I knit? I got about 2 inches done on the first sleeve of Castlegar and maybe 4 cm of brim on the first of the Mystery Hats. Aestlight? Didn't touch it. Christmas knitting? Surely you jest. Mitten surgery? Oh no you di'int.

Tonight isn't going to be terribly productive either, I'm afraid. I've had a heckuva week, and am positively knackered. I'm so tired I actually tried to blog while lying in a fetal position on the couch with the laptop (yes really), and only got up when I couldn't figure out the arm placement thing.

Happy Knitting Everyone! I'll just be lying on the couch, petting my cat and dreaming about knitting.