After a few days of avoiding knitting I sat down at work yesterday and picked up the socks I’m knitting. They are The Big Four by Maureen Foulds and I love the pattern, as does everyone who sees me knitting it. It’s classy. It’s fun to knit too but unfortunately it came at my ‘I don’t feel like knitting’ stage.
I finished the heel flap and even managed to turn it and start the gusset. I got about five rows in and realised that I’d screwed up a row before.
Now, this isn’t a big deal. I just have to tink two rows and I’ll be fine. However, so low is my urge to knit that I put it down in a corner and haven’t gone back to it since.
This is frustrating to me. I knit! I spend all my time knitting! And it’s not as though I’m doing anything else productive. In fact most of my spare time outside of work is spent playing my Nintendo DS that I just remembered I have. I’ve been getting a little writing done but not much.
I think it’s the winter. I think the cold and the dryness and the slippery ground and the freezing winds are sapping all my energy. The other night a snow plough was running back and forth six feet from my window for half an hour after I’d already had trouble getting to sleep because of the headache I’ve had for about two months now. So at that moment I (loudly and petulantly) announced that I am DONE with winter.
It’s true. Winter is lovely, it’s pretty. I am enjoying a true Canadian winter. But I also want to be able to breathe without it hurting and I want to walk to work without getting frost on my eyelashes.
I want my energy back. Come on, sunshine. I know you’re out there.