What does a knitter do when she can’t knit?
For me, the mail came and included this:
Currently reading from cover to cover. I’ve looked at the beautiful pictures and now am ready to read the articles.
Stephanie ordered me a swift and ball winder for my birthday next month and they arrived yesterday.
Fate is cruel and kind. Even though I can’t knit, I set it up and wound the skein of Hedgehog Fibres sock yarn for Stephanie’s birthday socks.
I put it into a special bag for safekeeping so I wouldn’t be tempted to pick up needles and cast on. My fingers are itching and Steph’s birthday is Monday!
I might have been a little late anyway.
My biggest supporter in this whole “not knitting” business has been Asiago.
He’s a jealous little kitty. When he was a kitten, he climbed up into my lap and, innocently but thoroughly, chewed through my yarn as I knitted. I discovered this as the wet yarn slipped into my fingers and then found the end dangling.
Now, he won’t even come up onto my lap unless I put my knitting completely away. “Come here, Asiago.” Pat, pat on the lap. Click, click with my tongue. “I promise. Look. I’ve put it away.” Point at the pile of knitting sitting on the coffee table instead of my lap. “Come on.”
He’ll stare at the knitting for a moment and then lightly leap onto my lap, purring. He settles in quickly and sometimes doesn’t even want to be petted. If I can’t resist any longer and reach for my project, he grumbles at me and leaves very decisively.
At least someone is happy.