Dale-Harriet from Wisconsin commented in my recent post that showed a snowy scene from late last winter:
"Ever notice you begin to hear little stirrings and sighings from the direction of the stash in about mid-September? I swear my knitting needles begin vibrating as the leaves start turning..."
I replied (more or less: I edited a little for this post):
"For me, it isn't stirrings in the stash, it is stirrings in my fingers. They start to crave the feel of knitting some nice warm cushy slightly stretchy wool yarn. Seriously, I have been *day*dreaming about that every night for several weeks before I go to sleep. It is becoming a bit of a chore to pick up the bamboo Summer Chevron even though I am 3/4 done with it. I yearn to knit a simple worsted weight Faroese shawl or another Noro striped scarf instead of this stupid silky yummy bamboo summer sweater. Go figger."
Anyone else having these cravings?
