I was looking at a needlepoint that I bought sometime a year or so ago (probably more like 2 but I don't want to admit how fast time is flying) and thinking how I don't work on it anymore. How I would usually watch football and needlepoint or work on needlepoint (or cross stitch) when my friends were over for crafting night.
But somehow, knitting stole its way into my psyche and now IT's what I DO.
And it's strange because knitting wasn't something that came naturally to me, but now it's what I think about, plan to do, and do at an alarming rate. I have projects started, more printed out than I could do in a lifetime, yarn purchased for that perfect sweater, and now I don't know which pattern that was, yarn I want to buy but don't because I have too many other things "on the go" and really need to be focused on saving some money.
I also don't read much anymore. I was looking at my kindle which is beside my bed this morning and realized that I haven't read in at least 2 nights, if not more. At one point in time recently, I mourned that me that wasn't reading...and from time to time I do wonder what's come over me, but I have come to accept that I'm just in a different phase of my life. And it doesn't mean that I'm digressing or not "me" but that I'm discovering new things...
...and apparently reveling in it!
Last night I was so very tired. Went to bed at 8:30, but I still managed to squeeze some knitting in there. It was nice feeling the needles and yarn in my hands and relaxing some. I think it was the most relaxed I'd been all day. I enjoyed making a little progress on my sock. It's fun seeing the color changes and how the little bits of colors interact with each other. While I'm making something for someone I always think about that person and how they might enjoy it. I don't know the man who is getting the sock I'm making, so it's kind of weird thinking about someone I don't know, but yet I do.