Knit Fit

I'm a crazed woman. All I want is a ball of yarn, some needles, and the zen-like trance that accompanies the task: knit knit knit purl purl purl. When I'm not knitting, I'm thinking about knitting. I peruse Knitty in search of fun patterns I'll never actually possess the skills to make.

This is all a distraction, of course. A means to keep my mind off the intensity of the past couple of weeks and what will no doubt be another gut-wrenching plunge beginning in 10 days.

I also have another excuse: in a matter of weeks, there will be two new babies hanging around my small circle of friends, and I want to offer up my modest creations to them. In order to do this, I must finish some long-unfinished projects [Ab, your scarf is on its way!] and beef up my skills. I've finally confronted the fact that I don't know as much as I think I know and will require assistance. One of my goals is to learn how to knit on double-pointed needles, then proceed to cables.

But I digress. Knitting is about creating patterns and holding things together. You can't let a single stitch slip or the whole thing will come undone. It's about control, predictability. Something I feel I have so very little of it right now.