I’ve long resigned myself to the fact that knitting has completely taken over my life. At around 2 am, it was brought home to me just how obsessed I am. Since I had my gallbladder removed a few days ago, my kidneys don’t seem to have realised that they don’t have to work flat out around the clock; I’ve been waking in the early hours, needing the loo.
I woke up at around 2 am, desperate for a wee, convinced that I’d been sitting up in bed, casting on a hat! I then spent a couple of minutes, in the dark, hunting for my knitting so that I didn’t drop any stitches when I got out of bed. As I didn’t want to turn on the light and disturb Himself, I had to keep pressing the light on my clock, which gives me about 5 seconds of light. I had done this several times before it occurred to me that, seeing at it was pitch black, I probably hadn’t been casting on a hat, and that it was safe to get out of bed.
I’m the same when I have to do drum carding … I always wake up convinced I have almost finished carding a fleece and have a big container of tops ready for spinning at the side of the bed. Not sure how I seriously think I am going to work on the drum carder in bed in the first place!
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I spent the whole day asking myself why I thought I’d been knitting in the dark. I still haven’t been able to give myself a good answer 😉
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