A couple of days ago, I was feeling stressed out over a number of things.
I managed to slip away alone, to run some errands, and I was zooming through a discount store with several dozen projects, responsibilities and commitments weighing on me. I nearly zoomed past the craft department, but then I thought I heard something. Yes, it was an almost imperceptible voice, calling, calling me.
"Me? You talking to me?"
I turned around, wary of the vortex into which I could be drawn.
Yes, it was the siren song of the yarn, and it was beckoning me in. I was helpless to resist. I had to do it. Nothing else existed at that moment but my busy brain and the possibility of relieving its stress and worry with a new knitting project.
I picked up the yarn ... oh, these soft, baby colors ... maybe something for that new little one we just heard about.
As I strolled away (no more zooming) with the coveted yarn in my addicted little hands, I could feel the stress simply melting away.
Aaahhh. I was going to knit.
And, then, for a brief moment, there was denial ... is this really me? Domestically-challenged me? Craving, desiring, wanting to knit?
Yup. It's me.
Hi. My name is Karen. And I'm a knit-a-holic.