At first it was subtle and - come to think of it - rather charming. Quaint, even. Something in the light, a welcome change of colours after an entire season of cheap fabrics and bright neons.
Then it was more... insistent. Whatever it was, it wasn't going away, and I had to actually, you know... DO stuff. Like, for instance, get next year's garlic planted.
And THEN. Then, well... even at the grocery store, the truth was staring me in the face, and I couldn't deny it any longer. There was no espace.
Christmas is coming, my fellow knitters. It's only 50 days away. For realz.
Luckily, I've been a good knitter and have been squirreling away gifts all year long. Victory will be MINE! Booyah!
Happy Knitting, Everyone.