I have been knitting, I promise.

The knitting realm hasn't been my friend lately.  Between necessary work to complete,  trying to get through an online continuing education course that puts me to sleep and simply beginning to feel more my age than ever before, I haven't been knitting by my old standards.  It's disappointing because I still have the same excitement to cast on new projects at the old rapid pace, yarn still calls my name from the depths of my computer and well you understand.  To be honest everything physical around me is being neglected lately, the house needs my attention, a need to exercise is obvious, and I've come to a complete standstill with my ability to come up with exciting ideas for dinner.  But something has dawned on me this weekend.  I have been knitting.  There are two completely knit small boy sweaters needs to be sewn up.  They are folder very nicely waiting my attention, plus there is a knit lace shawl awaiting blocking.  I have been knitting - just not finishing.  Side note:  the sweaters are two sizes bigger than Mr. S, so the urgency to complete them isn't going to hit for a bit.

For another soap box moment, I have been knitting since 1995.  I basically ran to my mother after my first professional teacher workshop day because I couldn't sit still and begged her to teach me so I wouldn't lose my job based on bad behavior.  She was patient that weekend and taught me knitting and purling and sent me on my way.  I ran to a yarn shop and bought enough yarn to make a sweater, (why start small?) and went from there.  Until yesterday I had never knit a dishcloth.  I decided that we needed a new one and bit the bullet and started.  I have to admit that that "little" project had me completely confused in a way I have not been in years of knitting.  A simple dishcloth kicked my butt.  It's finished now,  and the reports from the kitchen are........ and I must agree,  it's as big as a baby blanket when wet.  I have basically knit a dish towel. Ugghhhh!