Now I'm dreaming of cables
It's official. I am knitting obsessed. In fact, I'm so obsessed with the craft that I actually dreamed about it again last night.
There I was in the laundry room sorting through the clean clothes (which is a joke since Goldisox does 99.9% of the laundry in this house) (and all the vacuuming) (and the supermarket shopping) (and yes I know I'm one extremely fortunate woman) and what do I spy but a gorgeous pair of cyclamen pink cable knee socks!
"My missing socks!" I cry in a voice filled with the kind of joy usually reserved for winning lottery tickets. "Now I can throw away those awful pink silk balloons I've been wearing."
They were great socks too. All sinuous and throbbing with color and soft to the touch and so perfect I had a hard time believing I'd actually knitted them myself. Too bad my dream self didn't pass along the pattern because I'd love a real life pair.
There's no moral to this blog, no punchline. It's just further proof that once knitting gets you, you stay got.
(Hey, I didn't promise great grammar, did I?)
There I was in the laundry room sorting through the clean clothes (which is a joke since Goldisox does 99.9% of the laundry in this house) (and all the vacuuming) (and the supermarket shopping) (and yes I know I'm one extremely fortunate woman) and what do I spy but a gorgeous pair of cyclamen pink cable knee socks!
"My missing socks!" I cry in a voice filled with the kind of joy usually reserved for winning lottery tickets. "Now I can throw away those awful pink silk balloons I've been wearing."
They were great socks too. All sinuous and throbbing with color and soft to the touch and so perfect I had a hard time believing I'd actually knitted them myself. Too bad my dream self didn't pass along the pattern because I'd love a real life pair.
There's no moral to this blog, no punchline. It's just further proof that once knitting gets you, you stay got.
(Hey, I didn't promise great grammar, did I?)
posted by Barbara Bretton at 10:28 PM
3 Comments:
I'm up 2 hours past my bed time- I am printing a knitting pattern and knitting the very last row on a handspun gift... Maybe I can sleep when it's done.
I dream about my knitting all the time--it's called nightmares! Seriously, if I'm so obsessed with a project that I can hardly put it down to get to bed, I might as well just stay up and keep at it. I'll just lay in bed and think about it anyway. Yes, yarn is my drug of choice.
You aren't alone Barbara - I had a dream once about these delicate cream knit socks with a fine crochet lace inset running from cuff to toe. They were absolutely beautiful. I even spent days afterwards trying to nut out how you would construct them!
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