figured I'd might as well get up this morning when my eyes popped open like little sprockets this morning at 6:34 AM.
(why is it that I wake up early on the weekends?)
Anyhoo, I dreamed about knitting all night. Not really specific dreams about knitting, but that I was knitting during all the other happenings in my dreams.
They say that if you dream in a language you have accepted it and have learned it (to an extent I guess, I KNOW I will always have tons to learn in French, not to mention German, which I still can only order coffee, beer and tell which trains are only arriving on Thursdays (or some such nonsense.).)
Does that mean I have accepted and learned knitting? I haven't even tried the step yet. I just watched the DVD (and have perused more knitting stores for cable knit cardigans that you can imagine.)
Oh and speaking of the bag I need to schlep all my yarn and pokey needles around in (oh, that fredlet, she's a subtle one sure enough.) I want one of
these bags with the wooden handles that the little old ladies used to carry... (there's another auction up in a couple days...) failing that, I want one of these
baskets, and if I still need something more portable, I might reuse one of those triangle bags I got in Paris as a shopping bag. Either that or a Timbuk2 bag.
They have a couple new ones, but frankly, their totes might be worth a looksee.
Obsessed much?