My boss has commissioned me to knit twelve scarves for he so she can give them as gifts to my co-workers. When I undertook this job little did I know what was to ensue. She gave me the money to buy the yarn and then I began to knit. And knit. And knit. Can I just tell you that even the most engaging scarf pattern is sheer torture when you A) HAVE to knit it and B)have already knit four just like it in different yarns. I'm so tired of knitting scarves, but they have to be done by Friday so I will hold off on my other WIPs just to finish the job, but I assure you that after this I will NEVER agree to knit more than ONE scarf as a gift and I will certainly think long and hard about THAT.
Now for some insight...
I don't know exactly when I first got bitten by the fiber bug. All I know is that one day I HAD TO KNIT and I didn't rest until I'd bought the kit and taught myself. I didn't have the time or money to wait for a class. I had to knit right then and there. So I did. My family thought it was a phase I was exploring. But then they gave up hope. The fiber began to accompany me everywhere. I kipped in movies, restaraunts, church, everywhere. I've yet to stop and now I spin too! I can't explain the love I have for this art that feels to me like coming home. I can be having the worst day of my life but as soon as I take yarn to needles or foot to treadle I am okay and everything will be okay. There is something inside me that only responds to these two acts. It is a phenomenon I will expound more upon later. For now....I need to knit! (Even if it is ANOTHER stinking scarf!)
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