steadfast

So I’m reading the Harlot’s new book and I come across something very familiar to me-the term “knitting jag”. Certainly we all know what happens to dishcloth cotton combined with buttons when it gets in my hands… 16 bibs later and I’m still eyeing the Sugar and Cream stash, subconsiously matching it to buttons I have.

Then we had the Monkey sock debacle, after which the knitters of the group I frequent promised severe intervention if I should dare cast 64 stitches onto another size 2 needle in their presence. I think we can call it safe on that one.. in fact, I think I’ve finally hit the brick wall with Second Sock Syndrome, but that’s another show.

Casts Off is a great little read I finished up at a doctor’s appointment today. The caution of Knitting Jags described me pretty well, and one sentence jumps off the page at you: each knitting of the item is as enchanting as the last.

So true. I used four colors for the quick little dishcloths above, matching colors differently and I couldn’t be more happier with the results. The colors are bright, springy, and happy. Plus, the knitting was overly enjoyable… really, what else could you ask for in a hobby?

So many good vibes going on here, in spite of the excessive yard work and the allergies that don’t make such things easier. I’m crossing my fingers for rain, to wash the yellow away and bring on the bright summer days.