Admitting You Have a Problem is the First Step, Right?

Warning: Knitting Content Below

There are carrot people, and there are stick people, and I am a carrot person. I respond to systems of rewards, which is why my mother used to bribe me to practice the piano (candy did the trick at the time. Now that I think of it, she used to buy me sweets after church, too). As a kid, I often didn't have money of my own, so the whole reward thing worked pretty well for Mom (until I just couldn't be bothered to sit down at the keyboard any more, sugar or no).

When one becomes an adult, one can then do the rewarding oneself. Between my love of rewards and a sock yarn sale at a new favorite LYS, I seem to have a lot of sock yarn all of a sudden:

I have sock yarn that is very colorful.

I have sock yarn that people have rhapsodized about.

I even have sock yarn intended to go on John's feet, inside waders, in a rather tall format (hence the three skeins of blueness). He is taking pattern selection very seriously and spent some quality time with this book last week, poring over cables and ribs. (Very cute, if you're into that sort of thing).

What am I rewarding myself for? Well, the completion of clapotis was a biggie. What's this over here? Oh - nothing. Pretty colors, eh? Another clapotis? How could you possibly think I would consider such a thing?

That pile there? If you squint really hard, you can see another clapotis.

...Okay, busted. Yes, it's going to be another clapotis. But not until the cool weather has completely gone. Y'see I have this here, that I started two years ago (I think I bought the wool and the pattern for it in 2000):

John will be a very warm librarian in a proper, handknit cardigan, hopefully before December 31, 2006.

Wait. Didn't all this begin with socks?

Well, yes.

It ends with socks, too. I think it's official. I have a problem.

Posted: Sunday - March 12, 2006 at 04:13 PM | |