My family thinks I am obsessed with knitting. On a scale of one to ten I would put myself at about a six. OK, maybe a seven. They would vote ten plus. Despite efforts to change this opinion with tales of sock clubs, speed knitting contests, storage locker stashes, and a field trip to Stitches they simply won’t budge.
While I prefer terms such as "enthusiastic" over ones like "obsessive" or "compulsive," I was struck this weekend by my lack of will power and tendency towards impulsiveness when starting a new project. No, this time it was not a knitting project. We just agreed to purchase the home we have been renting for two years. A home whose kitchen cabinets are “even older than mommy!” Dark, stained cabinets with hints of varnish remaining only in corners.
Within two hours I was back from the paint store, heavy-duty primer, paint and electric screwdriver in hand. An hour later both Jaclyn and I were happily painting away. The stark white of the primer was a glaring contrast against the dark cabinet doors. Fourteen hours, a sore back and incredulous husband later the cabinets are done and I couldn’t be happier. I love the feeling of finishing a project – knit or not – the surprise of walking into the now-bright room, the satisfaction of having done it myself and the opportunity to show our daughter that a bit of hard work is worthwhile in the end.
How about you? Does your knitting personality reflect itself in other aspects of your life?