Sitting Knitting Waiting Wishing

As it stands currently, I am a mediocre knitter. I have tried, I have read cleverly titled books, i have fussed and fiddle but I don't appear to be improving. And yet I power through. For whatever reason, and God only knows, I love to knit.

This Christmas was a good one. Five days straight of busy family time seeing my sisters and brother, hanging out with my mom and dad faded into endless hours loafing about the house in my new robes and slippers. My house is filled with chocolate and various food products. There is a mountain of gift baskets and books and books strewn about my living room. I got all the presents I could have ever asked for including a very comfy new chair, amazing BOSE headphones, books upon books (and books about books!) as well as about a million other things.

I am using my time to rest to its fullest advantage, though this has proven to be a bit of a double edged sword. These days I go to bed early (by my watch, about 1 am mostly) and get up at noon. Typically I sleep about 5-6 hours a night, so you can see how this is a big improvement for me. That being said it eats up alot of the daylight hours which is prime knitting time.

Aside that particular hobby I have continued work on my pseudo-quilt thing that I had intended to complete for my 18th birthday this August. Needless to say the project was barely touched in the summer. It is basically a collection of old T-shirts, fabrics, etc. that I have collected throughout my life. There are girl guide badges, soccer numbers, logos and random bits and pieces from things that only ever mattered to me.


I hope to finish this early in the new year, or at least before 2008. As 2007 draws to a close I am beginning to feel alot of things slipping away. Alot of harboured grudges, regrets and guilty bits of my conscious and starting to become acceptance and forgiveness. I feel lighter and healthier but it is still a time that promotes nostalgia and I am as nostaligic as they get.

And through all my random thoughts I keep knitting stuff.

Not sure whether or not that is some universal metaphor for something.

sam