I want to make this. I really really want to make it…but I can’t.
I mean don’t get me wrong, technically I can, or I think I can. I’ve read through the pattern and there is nothing I can’t handle. Practically I can as well. I have the pattern. I have the yarn…in fact here look at this lovely pile of red happiness waiting to be turned into the first of my rainbow of jumpers
I even have the needles – at least I think I have, I won’t know for certain until I check my tension and at the moment I won’t even let myself swatch.
But you see I can’t knit this because Julia is still not finished and until I have her out of this house, morally I cannot start on something new…but it is so so hard and lately I’ve been having cravings. Can you believe this ? I have a yen to make a sock. A sock ! I ask you why do I want to make a sock, I have drawers full of the things already (not knitted). I do not need a pair of socks.
Gloves now. Gloves I can understand wanting to knit gloves. I have just knit my first pair and I loved the whole process and having something of a glove fettish I can easily imagine myself getting obsessed by gloves in the same way other people love socks…but no, I am possessed by a mad desire to cast on a sock.
And, Julia not being suitable for taking camping did admittedly get abandoned this weekend in favour for something a little more portable…but not before I’d put 2 hours work into the neckband so I don’t feel quite so morally embarrassed, and I haven’t cast on Manu yet…but I have started a sock…but I stopped knitting it the moment we got back and I promise (cross my heart) that I won’t touch it again until Julia is in an envelope and on her way to Hatfield…which had better be before Thursday as I have a course in Birmingham and two train journeys to pass the time away on…