the Village Knittiot

Sleep deprivation is a bad thing, and don’t let anyone tell you differently. After a couple of weeks of self-imposed martyrdom, I finally gave in and admitted that Mr. Knittiot was right about me not needing to do everything. And that since he is home now, it makes sense to let him handle the paper route on his own Monday through Saturday. And then on Sundays, when it’s really important, we can tackle it together. I am sure he would want me to point out here that this was his suggestion from the beginning and that his stubborn yet well-meaning wife insisted on joining him every morning even though she had to come home and go to a full time job shortly thereafter….

*sigh*

Yes, this is all true. But in my defense, I just really like hanging out with him. Even if it meant having to get up at 3:00 in the morning to do it. The unfortunate side effect of the lack of sleep, however, was a very cranky Knittiot who cried a lot out of sheer exhaustion. Which, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, wasn’t a lot of fun. For either of us.

So, here I am, the new and improved Knittiot (Now with sleep!). And guess what? I’ve actually been knitting! (Surely not!) I’ve also been playing World of Warcraft, but more on that later…

Yes, indeed, the Knittiot sometimes finds time to knit. And this time, it’s all Norma’s fault. She just had to go and point out this free pattern (magic words to knittiots everywhere), and with one look, I knew they had to be mine. Mr. Knittiot saw them and felt the same way. Thus a dilemma was born — knit fingerless gauntlets for the man who spends three hours every morning out in the freezing cold wrangling newspapers, or make them for myself just because. You could probably have guessed that I decide to make them for him. I tried to make them too small…I mean, despite my best efforts, I feared they would be too small, but today when he tried them on they fit him perfectly. Drat! This is how they look on my arms. I think it is a much better fit and that I should really keep these for myself and make a different pair for him. A pair that will fit him better than perfectly. Wait… there is a flaw somewhere in that logic… only, I can’t quite see it…

Also, I can’t let you leave without at least mentioning Purl, the adorable little Gnome that walked into my life sometime about a week ago, and completely stole my heart (and a good many hours — days maybe? — of my life). She is so sweet, you almost don’t mind that she’s crazy. And she’s so harmless and well intentioned that talking with her fails (mostly) to be purely maddening. Plus, she has a bunny. Yes, a bunny. It follows her around and looks, well, just plain cute. But don’t take my word for it, see for yourself.

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