Oh? you say. One of those weeks? And you nod sympathetically.
You're good like that. And I thank you.
It's that kind of week when there are committee meetings and school open houses and church visioning brainstorming sessions and many other opportunities for the general blah blah blah of a distinctly suburban kind of authority. You know: chances to knit.
But the thing that makes it one of those weeks is that there's nothing on the needles suitable for meeting knitting. Everything that's a wip is at the thinking part, the squinting at a new chart part, or the counting out loud part (I move my lips when I read and I whisper when I count. I'm a dunce like that). I have endured many of these sitting around sessions without anything to knit.
The horror. The horror.
I know, eh? It's too painful to dwell upon, so let's move past this and just get something on the frakin' needles, shall we? So given a hour to myself yesterday, I cast on for the second socks in both pairs I'm working on. I have until the 13th of October to finish the Arrrgyle pair, and the red ruffle pair in Linda Whiting's handpainted yarn is suitable for knitting in good company. No charts, no thinking.
And I resolve to never let this happen again.