I cast on for a simple knitted tunic 3 months ago and have made very little progress. I'm sure I'll like it enough when it's done, but honestly, I'm very uninspired to knit it. Or maybe I won't like it at all when (and IF) it's finished. Who knows? But I now realize that I don't like knitting with lace mohair, at least by itself. I can't get into a rhythm with it. Maybe if I knit it doubled with something else it satisfy me more. It had been weeks—maybe a month—since I knit anything. This morning I picked the project back up, knit exactly one row, and then put it back in it's box stored under the coffee table. And then I cleaned the house.
I recently went to OC for a week to visit Eric, Wendy, and Ellie. I didn't even bring my knitting. And it's not like I forgot it; I consciously did not pack it. And I didn't miss it. Who am I?!
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