I think I’m becoming addicted to knitting. I feel jittery when I’m sitting in front of the TV at night if I don’t have something going. I waste a lot of time on Facebook. I feel like I’m not maximising my downtime if I’m not making something useful. I finished Talbot’s In Threes a few weeks ago and had a week’s break from knitting and it felt wrong. I had to go to Spotlight, and I had to go now.
I couldn’t go ‘now’, but I did get there, and they happened to have a sale on yarns (well-timed). I took Talbot with me (since she mostly goes everywhere with me) and she pointed to the yarns, with her little “ooh!” noises. So sweet. She liked the look of this blush pink yarn and I gave it to her to hold. She wouldn’t relinquish it. It was her little treasure. So we bought it (amongst other things) and I’ve now got another In Threes going.
It really is a great pattern; so easy to follow, and a quick knit. We’re off on holidays next week and I’m hoping to finish it off and get started on another puerperium with the leftover yarn (you know, in case the next one is a girl). I just love the definition of the garter and stockinette stitches. I managed to ruin the other one in the washing machine, which I’m rather cross about. Said yarn was supposed to be machine washable – well, it turned out matted and shrunken, and the definition is just not the same. I’ve learned my lesson. She’ll keep wearing it, and it does look very sweet, but I’m a bit disappointed. Hence another In Threes. What’s a girl to do, really? There was simply no other option.