Outsmarted (day 2)
I’ve had a long spell where although I’ve still been knitting it’s been on the back burner a bit. I didn’t start anything new because I couldn’t think what to knit despite having a drawer full of yarn and a well stocked Ravelry queue. I’ve been there often enough to know that it’s nothing to worry about, it passes in time and I return to having dreamed up a dozen new projects before I’ve finished washing the pots. The signs of recovery are there now, I made some yarn with a purpose in mind and I got as far as picking out a pattern for a simple scarf with interesting yarn when the recovery train was derailed by an eight year old.
It was Shrove Tuesday and my son and I were talking about why Pancake Day was always on a Tuesday and why people made pancakes just before Lent. This naturally lead onto a discussion of what one would give up for Lent if one did that sort of thing. Then he decided that he would make a sacrifice and give up gingerbread for Lent. That was a bit of a token effort really because if you can swap to Jammie Dodgers for supper then it’s not really hurting is it? I thought the honorable thing to do was to match it at the same token level so I offered to give up buying yarn for Lent. That sounds dramatic (it certainly got an “Oooh” when I recounted this to my knitting group) but the reality is that this would be no hardship at all, I couldn’t knit through the stash during Lent if I worked at it full time and if I had a need for a yarn that I don’t already have then I could spin it. He thought about it for a moment and said that he didn’t think that would do at all. This is where I made my big mistake. I thought it would be interesting to see how his mind was working so I asked what he thought I should give up for Lent. My advice is to not try this at home but to dash straight into the kitchen and fetch a can of pop and whatever unhealthy snacks are to hand and hope that this proves enough of a distraction to get you off the hook. He fished around a bit for the right words (his vocabulary not extending as far as “wip” and “startitis”) and then came out with the stunning comment that he thought that I should give up starting knitting something without finishing something else. I may have momentarily done an impression of a goldfish, I was certainly lost for words and rational thought too because I agreed.
I can tell you now that there is no better cure for not knowing what to knit than being told you can’t start anything. There I am, all set to go with the new yarn that I made and now I have to finish a sweater first. I’ve seen two other patterns that I Must Knit Now (if not sooner) and they’ll have to wait too. My get out of jail free card was handed to me on Wednesday night when more devout knitters told me that Sundays are feast days and don’t count. I shall now be having SSK (special Sunday knitting) until Easter with a matching Sunday gingerbread man for junior. I will certainly be making sure that whatever I cast on will stay the course because if it’s ripped on Monday then I’ve blown it for the week.
I know that I don’t get out much but life certainly isn’t dull.















