It’s during these times (some might even say delusional periods!), that I have the ‘head space’ to start to think about the next project: I’ve a couple of things to finish off, but they won’t take long (assuming that I can knit a sock a day (where day = evening) and finish a top in the same time); then there’s “Rose”, which has the immoveable deadline of 22nd May (and we all know how immoveable knitting feasts are). So then I reckon it’s about time to start thinking about knitting Daniel his next jumper, in which I'm keen to incorporate some fun intarsia. After all, if Son doesn’t have at least one jumper / year knit by his mother, he might start to feel unloved. That should leave me with a couple of months to finish off Husband’s jumper in time for his birthday (and how many times have we heard that!) before working on some Christmas gifts. Oh be quiet! I can hear you smiling from here.
Anyway, my point is: I had a plan. I was in control. And then what happens? Well, you talk to other knitters. Lovely people, knitters. Always so friendly, so happy to share, both in word and project. And in the course of conversation, the horrible truth hits you: There is so much more you want to knit! And, it gets worse: You know your “Knit Book”, the one that you carry around with you all the time? The one that contains all essential scribblings relating to projects past, current and future? Well, it turns out that it’s naked! My Knit Book has no knitted cover! Clearly I have to rectify this shameful situation tout de suite. Quite fancy a bit of fairisle. Now I could use up some of Rowan Felted Tweed left over from Fyne but there’s been another pattern that I’ve had my eye for several months and that bold colour scheme would look perfect. Of course, that would mean buying new yarn especially to knit a book cover but with any leftovers I could knit, knit a what? Jumper?!
Ok, I admit: That might be slightly crazy (the buying new yarn, I mean) but book cover aside, there is so much else to do: Textures, I’ve not played around with textures for what feels like ages. So I should make swatches of different patterns, sew them together, finish with a gorgeous – and complimentary – fabric-backing and hey presto: A beautiful cushion! (Now is not the time to say “cot blanket” as this cushion project is entirely different.)
And then there are the new yarns - have you seen them? Its summer (well, it’s felt like it these last few days and the oh-so-reliable forecast says that it’ll last) so perhaps I should use one of these new yarns and knit myself something for warmer weather? After all, I don’t have any short-sleeved, summer knit wear.
And just as I start to feel my anxiety levels rising, that familiar feeling that I’m not ever going to be able to knit all that I want to, my leg suddenly feels warm: Seems, mid-nappy change, Son knows exactly how to bring me out of this little reverie. Though he hasn’t yet got the vocabulary to talk me out of knitting a book cover – or report me to Husband should this require any new yarn.