I am reluctant about saying what I am about to type. Ya know, where things are sorta permanent (at least until I delete them, if I choose to).
(deep breath) OK, here goes.
I'm tired of knitting socks.
Wait for it... yup, the earth still revolves around the sun. Whew! I was worried for a minute.
I'm pretty sure I'm not tired of knitting socks forever. I'm just tired of socks after knitting nothing but socks for about two months straight.
All I'm saying is that perhaps I need a wee break.
So, on Tuesday, for knit night, I prepared. I grabbed the Storm Water Shawl and threw it into my bag (because, you know, tiny string with slightly bigger sticks will solve all my problems).
And, as I suspected, I became frustrated with the current sock and shoved it aside.
Storm Water was ready and waiting for me.
Gleefully, I got myself oriented for the next row. It was absolutely dreamy, the smooth sea-silk running trough my fingers, the wondrous parallelograms being created by the judicous placement of yarn-overs, k2tog's and ssk's.
In fact, it was so wonderful that I knit for an hour and a half at work the following day. And on the bus to my lecture. And during my lecture.
Where, fifteen minutes before we were dismissed, I noticed that the pattern repeat I thought I had completed at knit night was missing four crucial rows.
I frogged back to where I had started on Tuesday and managed to get the stitches back on the needles in time to run for the bus.
Yup, serves me right, for thinking I could switch it up without actually working at it.