A Lovely Guthrie
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It never fails. Just as I settle into a comfortable rhythm, a shiny object crosses my path. And man oh man, am I a sucker for a shiny object, especially if yarn's involved.
It never fails. Just as I settle into a comfortable rhythm, a shiny object crosses my path. And man oh man, am I a sucker for a shiny object, especially if yarn's involved.
Springtime! For some, it means digging in the dirt and planting flowers. For others, its a call to get outside. For me, its an excuse to plop down in front of the boob tube, basket of knitting at the ready, and watch grown men swing a piece of wood at a tiny ball, run in a circle trying to avoid getting tagged and cross the finish line, and wallowing in the dirt as they fly head (or foot) long toward a square piece of rubber. And on very special occasions, jumping in the car and going to a live version of the shenanigans. Ah, how I love baseball!!!
Tea prepped for brewing. Rose embellished china cup polished and ready for tea. Fresh baked scones accompanied by the traditional clotted cream, strawberry jam and fresh berries. Lovely pink-plumed Fascinator awaiting a head to perch upon. And a basket filled with TV watching, 'no concentration required' knitting . Let the Royal fun begin!
That recurring dream. You're in college, its the day before finals, and you haven't studied or written the paper that's due, or even attended all the lectures. It'll never get done. Panic! Then you wake up. Imagine that scenario unfolding in real life and involving your burgeoning basket of projects. Unbelievable, right? Well I'm a living testament that even our beloved knitting can cause a restless night of sleep, or throw one into an anxious tizzy fit.
Just when you think you have a plan . . . beware the curve ball! In knitting speak, the newest sensational pattern. No fair Joji! Oh my stars, I could use an extra hour or two in each day. Or Hermione Granger's Time Turner.