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
2 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.
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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