Knitting, on the other hand, now you know that my approach to all things yarn is very well adjusted. For example, Knitting Friend and I went to one of my favourite yarn shops today and I bought nothing. (But I was there four days ago and left with several balls of lovely tweed. Hmmm, think I may have forgotten to mention this to Knitting Friend.) In the last four weeks, I have finished three projects. (But I have also started three others. And then there are my long-term projects....) We're selling our flat so we've put some of our things into storage including – wait for it – some of my yarn. Most of this is in clearly labelled, well organised boxes (but there might be some instances of using Kid Silk Haze as packing material. Yes, I realised that this was a step too far when another knitting friend looked at me in horror after sharing this information with her.) What did I tell you? Perfectly normal.
Our recent episode of de-cluttering has left several clear surfaces which, over the last couple of days, have slowly become enhanced in a yarn-related manner. My fancy needle case adorns the top of the sewing table in the sitting room. The chest in our bedroom has a few knitting magazines "artistically" arranged on its surface. Our chest of drawers is "decorated" with a select few knitting books. I honestly don't know how this happened. Husband is partly to blame as he isn't here to prevent the spread, at least by putting his own stuff in its place. Oldest Son also has to share some of the responsibility as he likes browsing through the magazines, which not only have numbers (that he loves) but he's also getting pretty hot on his letters too. And recognising words: In addition to his name, "John Lewis", "Tesco" and "Google", we can add "knitting" and "Katherine" to his repertoire. I choose not to share this information with any sort of psychologist type.
It is quite a strange sensation though, being separated from my yarn. I don't actually need it (right now) as I have more than enough here, supporting their associated unfinished projects but I keep thinking of things that I could do with it if it was here. And no, this doesn't include giving it away or selling it. And yes, it does work on the invalid assumption that I could spend my days and nights knitting (and not playing "Elefun", completing puzzles, playing in the park, reading stories, shopping/eating/browsing in John Lewis, going to Tesco and never ever trying to catch a sneaky five minutes on the internet).
Speaking of sneaking-away, I'm wondering if perhaps I should do that now – go to bed, that is. Given the recent "adventures" of the last couple of nights, I am actually quite tired. Plus, not even I have managed to eat in my sleep. And if, for some strange reason I can't sleep, then there's plenty of good reading material close to hand.