Let me set the mood for a conversation that took place on Monday. It's noon & SK stayed home from work. I really wanted some peanut sauce drenched food, so we're sitting at our favorite restaurant. Somehow knitting is brought up. Again. We have a version of this conversation once every 4 months.
SK: You ever think that you knit too much?
Lola: No. I didn't knit all weekend.
SK: That's because my Mom was here.
SK: Sometimes I wish when we watch TV, we'd watch TV. No knitting. You really don't pay attention.
L: But it relaxes me.
SK: But I want you without the needles. Without the needles.
L: <I stare at my yummy peanut sauce> But it makes me happy & I've been really uncomfortable lately. Being pregnant can hurt, Honey. I can't feel the right side of my Vag at the end of the night.
SK: I want you without the needles.
I'm not trying to convince anyone that I don't knit a huge amount at night, but Gus is in bed, the kitchen's been cleaned, & I need a release because there's no wine these days. SK argues that I really am not fully there when I knit. I think this is silly. Sure, there are plenty of times when lace gets tricky or I've got to back-track to find a mistake. For the most part, garter isn't challenging & that's what I've been working on in the evenings. Perhaps he should think that maybe I don't care for the latest Heroes plot-lines. Sure I enjoy Reaper, but would I watch it if SK wasn't here? The flaw in his argument lies in his hobbies. When he doesn't want to watch my TV, his hobbies pull him to a book or game in another room. So really he's mad that I'm not watching his TV shows. The real test would be: Can SK watch America's Next Top Model or Rock of Love reruns? Until that day, I'll just keep knitting away. Maybe I'll stop for one show. One fucking show, so he'd better make it a good one.
I think that my knitting mojo is coming back. Not enough to pick up a new project, but enough to get inspired. I've been tinkering on some sloggers, but I have been getting excited about other's knits. It's pretty chilly in Ohio these days. And one knitting technique makes me think of fall/winter. One technique makes me feel accomplished as a knitter. One technique makes me feel like I've been sitting in front of a fire with a mug of spiked cider all day long. That one technique: Cables. My first cables were for Gus' Trellis. I've bought the yarn for TBA's very own Trellis, but I'm not ready to start that project.
My last cabling adventure was right before I popped Gus out. I love Demi & can't wait to wear it again next fall. It's a little short, but it doesn't matter with all that fiber twisted all over the sweater. It also doesn't help that I've been seeing cables everywhere. Who hasn't seen this, this, this or this? I want cables & the more the better. Not one little itty-bitty cable in the front. I want them scattered all over the place! Cables, throw up all over me! Please!
In this post, I've talked about puking cables & a numb vagina. Why not have a contest?! Please send me a link to your favorite cable project or cabling technique. Raverly links may apply. I'm not saying that I'll start a cable project tomorrow, but I need something to satisfy my "Cable w/o a Needle" interest. Send a link by Friday & I'll unload some of my stash.
And yes, Happy Halloween folks!