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.

My get-up-and-go...left.

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?