I’ve recently noted an oddity in my own behavior. For the past few weeks, I’ve done very little knitting in public. I have a sock in my purse, but I don’t take it out much. I didn’t knit in the car on the way to or from practicum for at least the past two weeks. I used to knit in public a lot, but the last time I remember doing it recently was in class on Wednesday.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been knitting. I have. I’ve been knitting like a maniac. I made about 36 little coffee cozies (which deserve a post of their own at some point). I’ve got one sock ready for a toe and one sock (the second in a different pair, by the way) almost ready for a heel. I even worked a bit on the rainbow blanket the other day.
I can’t explain this. It’s just happening. I’m not sure it’s a bad thing (I tend to get odd looks when I walk through the student center knitting, and the compliments from astonished profs and classmates on my ability to knit socks with self striping yarn get a bit old after a while), but it feels like I’m changing, and I’m not sure how I feel about that…
