Avoidance techniques

The fact that I've written more posts here than on the blog that is related to my income is telling.  What it tells remains to be seen I suppose.  Still it's interesting to see how my brain works.  In my mind the fact that I'm writing (and knitting and crocheting) means I'm taking action in my life.

Taking action is my default.  I move and take action.  I used to do it (unconsciously for the most part) to avoid feeling or digging into my not so proverbial stuff in my closet.  Now I do it because my muscle memory insists that moving and doing are my normal.

And frankly there is nothing wrong with doing, right?  Still.  What is it that I'm avoiding or shoving to the back-burner in my business life?  Will making more hats and gloves and socks and mittens (and a SWEATER) miraculously bring out the truth I'm clearly trying to avoid? 

This is a knitting and making blog after all.  So many deep questions just send me deeper into my stash.  Still, I'm wondering what my compulsion to stash is really about?  Is it about the yarn? 

So here's (some of) what's on the needles at the moment:

 The second ducky sock.  it's making me happy to make it.  moving quickly and luxurious to feel.  Probably too heavy and loose for "real" socks but they should be a welcome addition to my wear-in-the-house socks.

I'm also working on a sweater for Michael.  (it's grey!) and a pair of amazing sockies for Butter and a shawl that is way too complicated and still amusing.  The scarf for Dad and oh yeah.  I made a hat this weekend.  The Pattern of the Day in my calendar was a neat little intarsia pattern named Mountain Lake.  I cast on a few times intending to make a swatch. But you know, it had to be in the round.  And my dpns were otherwise occupied (see socks above) and the smallest circulars I had were the perfect size for a hat.  So while the hat is too small for an adult head, it is great for a child.   Yes.  I made a whole hat so I could try a pattern.  I liked it.  (and it was good for avoidance too -- I mean, you can't be called too much of a slacker if you make a hat in a weekend, right?)  Okay - don't tell the non-knitters that you can.

Is there Such a Thing as TOO MANY?

Last night Michael watched me cast on a fun par of socks.  He's fascinated by the entire process of knitting I think.  He watches me intently.  As though by watching the hands and the yarn and the sticks he's going to find the meaning of life.

It's cute.

I've offered to teach him how to do it, but he says no.  He'd rather watch me. 

He'd be really good at it though because he's an engineer and a math whiz.  I feel certain he'd never have the issues with pattern repeats and counting that I do.

Ah well. The socks.

Remember when I told you I let each of my C600 gal pals pick a body part and a color for their Christmas gifts?  (Eventually I'll get around to explaining C600 - the name).

So Sbelle picked fingerless mitts in pink (not really a body part, but she's a rebel).  I made her those cute Mitt Envies in pink (and the yarn is Ella RAE not Mae - just fyi)

what will I do when my model heads to college next fall?

And Tjane picked her head and told me to surprise her.  But she wanted something slouchy to wear after hot yoga.

She got TWO hats - because I'm cool that way (and the hats were really piling up around here)

she couldn't decide between this and the Slouchy Copy Cat in Miss Babs Violets in the Grass.

And now there's Butter's gift to be done.  She picked cozy footie socks for wearing around the house and luxuriating.

That's why I was casting on again last night.  I've cast on a few different yarns and swatches but haven't gotten what I wanted for her just yet.  But I pulled some Amazing Aurora (Lion Brand) from my stash and voila! It's a win.

Which brings me to Michael.  He accused me of NOT being a finisher.  This gets under my skin somehow.  Which is clearly something I should meditate on and wrap my head around.  But that's another story altogether.

In the meantime he made me enumerate all the projects I had going at once.  quickly I deduced which he had SEEN and which he hadn't.  I gave the number of what he's seen.  Smart, right?


How can he say I don't finish things?  Didn't he see what came out of that yarn basket at Christmas?  Oh, and didn't he notice the lapghan that I finished in a day?  Yeah. 

So what say you?  What's too much?