I’ve decided that I’ve officially lost my mind. I think I’m most definitely certifiable. ‘What brings on this insight?‘ I hear you ask. Well dear reader, despite having projects awaiting completion, I have decided to cast on MORE Christmas knitting. It is absolutely ridiculous to assume that by the time the big day rolls around I’ll have finished the 2 pairs of socks that are currently awaiting partners, and the cape that I only cast on for 2 days ago, but I’m currently trying to figure out how I can also squeeze in a headband, another pair of socks, a lace scarf and maybe another pair of socks if I’m lucky.
Lucky?! Even if I knit solidly from now till Christmas without sleep, social life or eating on What PLANET could I ever get that all done in time??!
I don’t know why I feel compelled to knit so many presents. I’m pretty sure that like all the Christmases that have come before, the gifts of yester year will become a blurry non-memory. ‘Just buy a gift voucher‘ my sensible (and lazy!) self insists. ‘I don’t have time for shopping!‘ the knitter in me says ‘How the hell will I get these presents done otherwise?!‘ How indeed.
I find myself cursing the train driver in the morning at how quickly I seem to have arrived at my destination. I wolf my lunch down in the hopes of getting down a few more rows. I find myself wondering if maybe I shouldn’t go to Stitch and Bitch because less bitchin’ means more stitchin’! (The latter hasn’t transpired yet due to the fact that knitting the foot of a sock whilst alone makes my eye start twitching at how tedious it gets after the first inch in between the heel and the toe. I need to make friends with people with freakishly small feet….).
The only thing keeping me going at the moment (apart from insanity!) is how excited I am at the prospect of being able to cross off projects from my queue, yarn from my stash and the extra room for more yarn I’ll soon have. Call me crazy but it might just happen…
