I consider myself being down-to-the-earth person. I don't seek too high. I know what is possible and what not. I can't get the moon from the sky no matter how hard I try. I know this.
I'm the one in this family who on most occasions stays calm. At least on many occasions. I don't usually fire up very quickly. I can wait. I can do jobs that are not that pleasant. I complain a lot but do them anyway. I can put things into perspective, I know one hour has only 60 minutes and one day only 24 hours and one week 7 days etc. I know how long it takes to boil potatoes, how long time it takes to prepare a salad. I'm quite accurate.
But when it comes to knitting my personality changes. All of a sudden I'm driven by my emotions. Only. I love or I hate. Nothing in between. I go from wool heaven to wool hell during one hour and back to wool heaven again. Or vice versa. If a yarn or a pattern speaks to me, I will cast aside everything else and focus on this new love only. And it might be that this new yarn stops talking to me after 15 minutes and then I'm looking for something else. I have many many needles stuck in unraveled yarn balls. I cast on, work awhile and rip. As if I do not know myself nor my yarn. No matter how many times I look myself deep into the eye asking what do you really want, this always happens. Cast on with glory, rip off in deep disappointment.
When I go out of the house, I bring with me more yarn than needed. As if I could not tell how much sock knitting I can accomplish in 15 minutes. Like if I all of a sudden could rapidly knit two pairs of socks in less than a day.
Or if I need something special to wear in two weeks time, I can happily cast on for a cardigan that would in good circumstances take me minimum of two months continuous knitting. I should consider the time factor but also the fact that probably I'm not able to be loyal to one knit only.
I know how I look. I should not pick up patterns that are unsuitable to me any more. I should know how long my arms are or the shape of my foot at least.
I should know what can be knit with alpaca and what not.
But I can be perfectly blind to all the facts of life and yarn and proportions when I'm dealing with wool and knit issues.
Obviously I need some self improvement.
From now on I'll stay calm, I'll wait and I'll consider. I shall not hurry into new knitting situations... I'll think carefully and plan beforehand. This I will promise from the bottom of my knitting heart.
PS. I just love my spinning wheel. I truly love the handspun. Love only the handspun. I will NEVER again knit with anything else than with my handspun.
Do you believe me?
Honestly, I don't either.
But sincerely hope my love will last for a week. Or at least for one night. If that happens I'll show you a picture.