As I mentioned earlier (in the post about my grandma wanting grandbabies…..haha, yeah, go bug someone else with a uterus), I have recently learned to knit.
At that point, I knew how to knit. Now I know how to purl. Apparently, this is all one needs to delve wholeheartedly into the knitting world, which, by the way, is incredibly hot right now.
I’m a bit scared. I can see the obsession coming down the line already. I’m going to be fucking bankrupt due to my unstoppable knitting habit, I just know it. I’m going to scrounge up loose change from the streets and steal money from the cups of bums on street corners to go and buy more yarn. More yarn! More needles! More cool do dads I don’t even know the names of yet!Gaaaaahhhhhh! Give me more, moooore!
I’m totally gonna go OCD on this. I’m going to have to apply for welfare, since I won’t be able to work. I’ll be at home all day. Knitting. Constantly.
I just thought I’d let you all know in case I suddenly drop off the earth. Then you’ll know I’ve made my full conversion to Crazy Knitting Talea.
Feel free to swing by and drop off some soup or something. I’ll probably give you some doilies in return.
I’ll be mumbling this to myself all day.