Picture the scene from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie when the improbability drive is engaged and they turn into knit figures. That’s essentially the inside of my brain. I am a knitter, and a massive yarn enthusiast. My current living situation is pretty counterproductive to my craft because I live in a desert and the closest yarn shop is 50 miles away, though that hasn’t stopped me from collecting a lot of yarn. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve had to restrict myself from purchasing yarn for a few years so I could keep paying rent. I mean, what’s the point of having all that yarn if I have nowhere to stash it?
I get excited over yarn shops, pattern charts, natural fibers, hand-dyed colors, well-written patterns, and project bags. I’m never without my knitting, but I always have too many projects to complete. My husband and my sons are very sweet to help with my knitting, from being a makeshift swift to bringing my project bag to me whenever they see it laying out. Most importantly, they don’t complain (or I don’t hear complaints) about those times when I tune out the world and concentrate on my knitting.