This weekend I had hours and hours to knit. On Saturday it stormed through most of our plans (we even had a little tornado, unusual for this area) and on Sunday, the only plans we had involved Oshawa Ribfest, which is still one of the most North American things I’ve ever seen in my life.
So many pigs. Delicious, delicious pigs. (Can you believe I was vegetarian once?)
I also had Friday afternoon, at least part of it, but I spent that giving in at last to the urge to dive into the world of Pokemon. I loved the Gameboy games when I was a kid, and spent many pounds of pocket money buying and trading the cards. I was a little monster at it.
It took me so long to give in because I am a highly obsessive person and I knew it would take up too much of my time and energy. Sure enough, a few days later I’m already level 9. Just watch me go.
That’s not me, by the way. That’s my friend who drove us around in her air conditioned car charging our phones between Pokestops, because we are literally the coolest.
This weekend it was… humid. The kind of humid where breathing is not all that fun and you sweat like you’re running a marathon when you’re cleaning the floors. We have no air conditioning in our apartment. This combination meant that every time I picked up or even brushed against some yarn I wanted to run away.
It would have been different if I had some cotton to hand; that stuff is easy to knit in the heat. But I did not. I couldn’t bear to pick up my yarn with my sticky skin so I spent the weekend playing Sims instead, because making Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson marry and have seven kids is a perfectly valid way to spend my Sunday afternoon, thank you.
I hope you guys had better weather for knitting.
Do you have a limit to your knitting? Do you put it down in the cold or the heat? Or are you hardcore and keep soldiering on no matter what? If so, I salute you. I reached my limit this weekend.