How many afghans are you knitting at the moment? It was rhetorical, shush. I’m knitting three, because I lovehate knitting afghans.
Two of them have a deadline. One has a deadline of June, and I’m only 25 rows in. Who does that? Me, apparently.
How many of them are paying commissions? None. Because they are commissioned by friends and family who don’t know what they’re asking for. And why didn’t I turn them down? Because they are friends and family who don’t know what they are asking for.
Wouldn’t be so bad if one didn’t require intricate cables (Tree of Life by Lion Brand) and if I didn’t drink on weekends, which is when I have most time to knit.
Who are these obsessive women who sign up for Ysolda Teague Mystery Knit Alongs and finish each clue in a matter of hours? I envy them. If only because their houses must look as unloved as mine, but they have beautiful knit pieces to show for it, instead of thoroughly read pages of I Can Has Cheezburger and Twitter, which are my daily achievements.