Wednesday, February 4, 2009
lost in knitland
I am supposed to be working for a living. You know, making money doing what I do best. Only...the knitting is more fun.
Am I too young to retire?
What would we use for money. Magic buttons?
I am knitting obsessively. Like there's a war on and the soldiers need socks.
I actually found a #4 double-pointed needle in the bed last night when I rolled over. Glad I found it. And not my sleeping partner.
I wish I could go to the yarn store. Pretty much a constant feeling.
Will it pass?
I gather projects. I love making lists of them. And thinking about them. And starting them. Oh, I realize there's no money in it.
Many things are given away. Freebies.
I even try to make up patterns.
I might end up living in a cardboard refrigerator box. Curled up under my crazy knitted aphgan, knitting. If you see me, bring me a long espresso, okay?