I’m practicing with very skinny knitting needles today. It feels like trying something new and keeps me from feeling obligated to go back to the Good Knit Kisses YouTube series (snort, I know!) to learn the purl stitch.
It’s probably not that hard, but it will be another thing to remember and f*ck up. I can wait.
Today is my 243rd day of sobriety. I’m not actually counting, but I have an app so it’s easy to look up. I drank at a pretty good clip for around 30 years so I shouldn’t be so surprised when cravings still come upon me.
It’s within the magic time range of 4:30 – 7:30, right when you might pour yourself a glass of red after work. I’m sitting here knitting (it’s quiet, I sent the boys to their rooms for being jerks, no TV) and it strikes me: You know what would make this even more relaxing?
A glass of wine.
Knitting FAIL. I guess I’m not the sit-here-and-knit-quietly type. Perhaps some TV accompaniment or music will keep my mind from going to the bad place.
I think this long pink thing might end up being a leg bandana. What ever happened to those?