I'm antsy. You know, itchy. Like I just can't sit still and be happy about it. I've been trying to pin the exact reasoning behind this, and like a rock-it struck me.
Besides stripping those foxy-fine batts the other night, I haven't done anything fiber related all week. Not cool. You see, I've been terribly wrapped up in other things. I've been doing research for the trip, working late, picking up some extra admin work to work on at home on top of that, and just generally zoning out for the five minutes I have left before I sleep. As you guessed, there has been no happy fiber time in there. So, I'm not so happy.
I have the lonely bag full of half knit Over the Forest socks sitting here on my desk, and its calling to me. "Knit me Skeingenius! You know that you want to..." (For some reason, these particular socks are so desirable that when they call to me they have a voice like melting butter...with Johnny Depp in it).
Must...resist...till...lunch break.
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