I think I may have a problem.
It all started this weekend, when we went away to Yorkshire (more on this later – I can’t tell you what a random place that is – and if it were a country rather than a county it would currently be standing fourth in the Olympic Medal tables). We left on Friday and as usually I had my normal packing disaster. What this means is I ended up taking away more wool than clothes with me, and even the wool I took had no discernible rhyme or reason too it. I was half way through a jumper. Why didn’t I just take that?
I don’t know, but holiday-starty-itis set in. After starting four different projects over the space of two hours on the way there I had got completely hooked on a Wingspan in green. I have not had any inclination to knit this. It’s not that exciting. Its garter stitch. I only started it because everyone else in the world had done it and the pattern was simple enough to do while watching the Mr drive round and round a track (and I even managed to look interested). It is the work of the devil.
I can’t put it down.
I found myself sitting in a meeting yesterday day dreaming of knitting some more. I have been knitting on the Metro, in the car, quickly under my desk, dropping more stitches than knitting them. A strange sense of urgency has taken over when I feel compelled to finish it as soon as possible… possibly so I can knit another one. And the worst thing is? I’m not even sure I like it. I think it will make me look like a dinosaur.