There comes a time in every knitter's life when their friends and family accept knitting as a way of life. They see nothing unusual in factoring in a stop to one or more yarns stores as a vacation destination. They are accustomed to balls of yarn lying about the house, attached to a set of two or more needles and something in progress. They think it is normal to have emergency knitting in your purse, and to knit in public. My sweetie doesn't even blink when I pull out knitting IN A BAR. My friends, I have achieved this level of saturation of muggles into the knitting universe. And now I realize that it is not without a price. They ask you to knit for them.
My brother keeps mentioning the Smittens he requested over a year ago. My sweetie has resigned that he may never receive the convertible mittens I started over two years ago. (Finished one set, with a major flaw, ripped out and re-started, using better yarn, since I had to restart anyway.) The usual Teacher Mitts are going to be due soon. And now Aunt Joyce, when hearing about the Teacher Mitts, though they sounded cute, and started hinting about a set for her.
And everyone wants their mittens by this winter. No pressure. Don't they realize that I only have nine more inches on a lovely lace shawl? There are only so many hours in a day that I can devote to knitting.
Today, it is all about the knitworthy family members.
4 years ago
