on the needlesThis past week, I've counted, I think I spent nine hours at the LYS Gourmet Yarn. Five and a half hours of that was yesterday alone. I was determined to finish my first sock. (Well, I made a Christmas stocking on size 11 dpns with Lopi last year, but I didn't know what I was doing, there was no grafting, and there was no futzing with tiny needles). This sock, which had been on the needles for
Branching Out and I are having issues. It's taking a little rest in my basket. I also started another Ministry on the River scarf for the Seamen's Church Institute, and, I realized I did have time to make a vestment for the upcoming feast day of the new Harry Potter movie. Unfortunately, our diocesan convention falls smack dab on opening weekend, but I want to be ready.
Finally, yesterday evening, when I came back from the socks class and the Knit-In, after five and a half hours with toe decreases, Kitchener stitch and casting on for the new sock (and with my burgundy and gold Cascade 220 for HP), I was exhausted. I had been concentrating so hard for so long my brain was fried. I hadn't thought about anything else during that time, not work, or upcoming projects, or personal issues, or anything. The phone rang. It was someone returning a phone call I had made to her the other day. She apologized for not returning my call earlier. I said, (cause I wasn't thinking clearly), "that's ok, I was knitting a sock all day."
What I meant, of course, was that I was in this wonderful place where the rest of the world fell away while I was in the flow of the knitting, and that it was so meditative and contemplative that I wasn't concerned about anything else, but I was too tired to communicate all that.
So, for the record, I'm not crazy, I was just having a good time with the sock and the knitting and the other people who think spending a Saturday afternoon worrying about toe decreases is exactly where one needs to be.