Knitting Lit
Meal: BBQ chicken on the grill
Drink: So far, just water
Last night I did something I know better than to do: I knitted lit. The photograph below is a shot of what I woke up to. Even non-knitters can see that it looks far prettier on the starting end, and erred and chaotic towards the end, a reflection of the journey through the evening.
What you knitters might notice is that I have one loop less than I began with, and 2 (TWO!) operating free strands on the end. I have no idea how I ended up with such a tangle, but THANK God I had the sense to abandon it before I started drunkenly crying, throwing yarn and picking fights with HB.
Knitting lit started with my Mom. We both learned to knit on the same winter evening. We snuggled into a couch to teach ourselves, and treated ourselves to a little “Charty-Char”. As the yarn flew, so did the charter and coke… And before we could stop ourselves we were a laughing mess with scarves so ugly even the homeless wouldn’t have worn them. Mom and I agreed then that knitting and drinking do not mix, although they seem to be a natural pair because both activities are relaxing and quiet and done when you are angry with your spouse.
So, why did I let myself break the rule last night? Well, I don’t know because I can’t remember.
Tonight, back to the trusty cooking lit. That I never screw up (well…). HB is grilling chicken and I’ll get up after this entry to make some sides… Baked potatoes? Black eyed peas? Don’t know yet.
Oh, and one more embarassing detail: that UFO (knitting slang for unfinished project) pictured, it was supposed to be a rug. Go figure.
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