I was cleaning out one of my pattern binders today and in one of the back pockets I caught a glimpse of the following, in my handwriting:
What!? Did I design a heavily cabled Aran sweater for a barrel-chested man out of cobweb-weight wool using size 0000 needles? Did I envision a house cozy for my parents’ home? Am I suddenly blessed with an artistic bent toward huge knitted installation pieces?
None of the above (though I would like to see that cobweb-weight Aran… made by someone else).
It’s just that I bought something and wrote down the confirmation number. Of course.