It's not what I do, it's who I am. If I'm not knitting, I'm thinking about knitting, or shopping for yarn, or blogging about it, or. . . . any one of a hundred things that relate to knitting. For years I've thought about getting a tattoo, but I never have, mostly cause I'm freaking scared of the pain! I always thought I'd get some kind of a butterfly, because I am obsessed with them. But, then. The kidlet came home from work one day and said this woman went through her checkout line and she had this tattoo. Of a ball of yarn and needles. On her forearm. Hmmmmm, now I'm thinking that the pain might not be so bad. Kidlet wants one so bad she can hardly stand it. She can't find anyone willing to do it (not quite 18 yet), but I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe. . . . .
So, here I am. My friend has breast cancer and she lives across the freakin' country, and if I was there (or she here) I'm not sure I could do anything any way, so what do I do? I knit. I'm knitting her a prayer shawl, just your basic St st oblong, and I'm thinking. Why? Because I am a Knitter. Its who I am. When my dad was in the hospital dying from the cumulative effects of 30 years of smoking and 20 years working in a copper smelter, I knit. When I have 5 minutes in the Dr's office, I knit. When I'm stuck in traffic I knit. When I'm running reports at work and they take longer than 30 seconds to come back, I knit. So, rather than admit (wrongly) that I have this weird obsession, I've become what I do. And I do what I've become. It's not so bad, really. I could have more expensive or less socially acceptable hobbies.
Oh! And by the way? My Ravelry invite came yesterday. I've looked and looked, and so far only found one blogger that I "know" - so where the heck are the rest of you????
I'm joining Samurai Knitter's Strikke-Along, I think it'll be fun & a bit challenging. Go back a few posts to see the sweater I'm doing. I'll post a pic of the yarn, once I have it all.
Ok, that's it for now - laters!