I have my Christmas knitting under control. I have my Christmas knitting under control. I have my Christmas knitting under control.
At least, I would have if I had followed The Plan. The Plan was smart. The Plan was charismatic. Well, maybe not charismatic. It’s just a plan, after all. The amount of Christmas knitting that I assigned myself has not significantly changed since October, except that I whacked a few things off the list. No, The Plan was not a project strategy.
The Plan was all about yarn acquisition. The Plan dictated that I order some yarn while I was out of town for Thanksgiving so that said yarn would arrive at my house when I did, thus leaving me ample (um, “ample”) time to knit the last thing on the list.
Yeah, that yarn didn’t actually get ordered until a few days ago. The yarn won’t be here until early next week. Leaving me, at best, three days between the arrival of my yarn and the arrival of my in-laws. (Read that as “three days that include cleaning, running errands, and doctors’ appointments.”) I’m really excited about my in-laws coming here for Christmas instead of us heading down to them this year. But that means I’ll have significantly less time to do secret knitting, unless I skip out on some of the fun and/or hide at the Starbucks and knit frantically. Hmm, I might be able to knit this last thing before they arrive… Hope springs eternal for knitters at Christmas, right?
Well, at least I planned the rest of the knitting well. It should all be finished by the end of the weekend, leaving me “ample” time to knit the last item.
You can see Arwen is happily making herself at home on one of the finished projects [Ravelry link for secrecy]. She has suddenly become a complete wool-head. She’d rather sleep on the pile off wool in the middle of the couch than on a lap now. If the bits of wool are too small, she’ll try to shove as much of herself on the wool as possible then look at me indignantly, as if it’s my fault that she can’t fit on the small project. Well, I guess I did promise her a wool blanket of her own that she can sleep on and knead to her heart’s content. I’m going to get around to it, really. I just have to finish the Christmas knitting. Stop looking at me like that!!
We’ve started calling her a “sheep cat.” She’d herd the sheep… and then sleep on them.