Complex

Yesterday I was having one of those days, the kind when having a sign around my neck that says “Warning! You are about to come into contact with one seriously wigged out woman! For your own safety, avoid eye contact and step away SLOWLY!” would probably be really helpful.

Naturally, this translated in a pretty hefty need desire to indulge in all things knitterly. I looked up patterns on Ravelry, almost aggressively so. I clicked through my Wish List, ogling the yarn like a teenaged boy ogles porn (right down to the “Oh yeah baby… lookit THAT!”). I took some stuff OFF said Wish List, and put much more stuff ON it.

I felt such an urge to splurge, I can’t even tell you. Screw workhorse yarns, I wanted cashmere, alpaca, silk. I wanted to gather up all the beautiful yarn in the world and roll around naked in it. Hell, I practically wanted to eat the stuff. Savour it, like the most decadent of desserts. It was pretty intense.

Then I went home and spent 3 hours at the sewing machine, happily working on another 4 blocks for my quilt. Didn’t knit a stitch all evening.

What can I say? I’m a complex woman.

Happy Knitting, Everyone!