I’m fairly certain that admitting these things to normal people (non-knitters) would get me lots of weird looks, a bit of them edging away from me, and possibly a few hand gestures used to ward off evil. But I can confess all my knitting knerdiness here without fear of judgment (dear kniternet: I love you).
2. This? This is not all my yarn. Not by a long shot. (Ravelry link)
3. I’m trying to buy a house and with that comes saving money to help feed the monster known as A Down Payment. I have said several times over the past several months that I am ABSOLUTELY DONE BUYING YARN FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. Absolutely. No exceptions. Except then a few months ago I saw Grumperina’s spiral sock and then I bought this yarn:
…because I had to have a pair of Swedish-looking spiral socks. And maybe some for a friend.
And then I realized I want some summery-type tops for myself and I wanted to make them before summer starts and I bought three skeins of this yarn
…which turned out not to be the right yarn for that particular project so I bought eight skeins of this yarn
…because it was on supersale (due to the color being not-quite-right) and I thought the remainder would make a supercute baby-something, if yet another friend decides to reproduce. Which they seem to be doing at an alarming rate.
4. I have 5 projects on the needles, including this new addition…
… and am about to add 2 more. While I know this is not exceptional or even unusual in the knitting world, it seems a lot for me at the moment and I know it’s making my Mom crazy (“Finish one thing and then move on to the next thing!). I blame spring, good weather, and my friends’ propensity for making babies. That’s right, I’m blaming my knitting on pregnant women. Because I am the worst kind of person.
5. I just turned my knitting bookshelf (oh yes, I have one of those) upside down in search of something I graphed out like 3 years ago, which would be awesome on the sleeves of Skully (Ravelry link), but IS NO LONGER IN ITS PLACE and it’s making me crazy. It’s possible it might be somewhere inside the yarn stash (“Patterns go in… but they NEVER COME OUT!!!!!” — say in horror-movie voice over), but I’m not sure. I’m annoyed, but secretly okay with the possible loss of this graph because if I have to do it all over again, I’ll probably make it better.
And now, to prove I can blend in with the natives if need be, I’m headed off to get ready for a Memorial Day cookout with many other-kind-of nerds. But I’ll still bring my knitting.