Last night Matt asked if I dream about knitting, and yes, yes I do. The other night I dreamt I was an unraveling an entire sweater because I made it five sizes too big - an actual nightmare.
Don't worry, this is not a dream analysis post.
Knitting is great for me but also not great because my heart wants to knit the entire world but my hands, adult responsibilities and the concept of time say no.
I have enough projects planned to last me at least two years (probably four) and I do have other hobbies and interests that act as a balm for the bad in this world, not just knitting. It's all about balance, right?














