I heard a discussion happening behind me at a knitting group. I felt like I was in fifth grade.They were referring, in just loud enough voices, to my prolific knitting and that I mustn’t have a life. What I don’t have is TV. I knit for 15 minutes at breakfast, 15 at lunch and I average an hour to an hour and fifteen each night. Some days I don’t knit at all and sometime I put in three hours. I’m sure this would be way less if we had TV. We have TV’s, just no cable and living way up the mountain as we do, we got nothing without cable. I made the decision not to hook up the cable when we moved into this house. At the time Bryant was pretty young and once argued with me quoting Bart Simpson as if he were a real person. That pretty much sealed my decision. It’s been most difficult for Chuck who used the TV as video valium. It has the opposite effect on me as I am a news junkie. We’ve recently discussed under what circumstances I’d consider having TV again. My stipulation would be that there be no cable in the bedroom. The conversation didn’t go very far after that so maybe I’m safe for awhile.
Knitting the flower basket bag has also taken me back to school years. Ninth grade math to be exact. Math didn’t click for me until college years and then I loved it. This Vogue knitting pattern, however, at times makes as much sense to me as algebra did in high school. It’s a series of failures and slow successes. Maybe if I put it away for a few years it will click. I’m not giving up, but I am accepting that this is a fine example of a process knit. I am glad for on-line knitalongs. They give me encouragement to persevere; I couldn’t possibly be the only one who doesn’t get it. I remember that feeling from school as well.
Life's a Stitch 
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