I am now 100% certain that the Yarn Harlot can see into my soul. She KNOWS me. Like no one else does.
At least that is what I have concluded after raiding my local library for all of her books and ravishing the pages with great delight. (If only there were audio versions so I could listen AND knit.) Never have I felt so understood by another human being. Now I know it’s not just a knitting obsession that I face each day. It’s a Knitting Lifestyle.
So there, World.
In other news, I have spent the entirety of the past year knitting on circular needles of various sizes and brands. Even for swatching.
As luck would have it, my inventory of knitting needles (or the ones I could find) lead me to swatch with my size 7 rosewood straight knitting needles over the weekend. It had been a long time since I had picked up some straight needles.
It was glorious.
The feel in my hand. The weight. The length (they were on the shorter side…a perfect length for a knitting a scarf). The material (I probably wouldn’t have been so overjoyed if they were cold, metal cheapies).
A divine tactile experience.
In my early knitting days, I used almost entirely straight needles. Circulars scared me. I mostly knit scarfs. When I branched out to hats, I used double pointed needles (which I will never learn to love). Some years ago, I began to knit larger garments and shawls, bravely discovering the more flexible universe of circulars. The straight needles were left abandoned.
I was so mesmerized by the joy of rediscovering straight needles that I was tempted to knit my fingerless mitts (Madelinetosh Pashmina Worsted in Well Water) on them, which would have required seaming. I hate seaming, so the idea didn’t fly for long.
Soon, though. I just might have to knit a scarf. Or perhaps a cowl with grafted ends. It simply must be.
Joining Ginny’s Yarn Along.