The window was cracked to let in a little October breeze . . . I had a cup of coffee in my hand . . . Mona was in my lap . . . I was knitting away and slowly waking up and thinking of the day ahead of me.
And then it happened.
As the yarn was coming up into my hand I felt . . . well, I felt 'that'. You know . . . that moment when you no longer feel the smooth piece of yarn and two options instantly pop into your head. Is it just a 'crink' in the yarn . . . or is it a knot?
I stopped and looked . . . and of course . . . a knot. I hate that. If we can put a man on the moon, why can't they make a skein of yarn without a break in it?
It makes me a little cranky. It completely disrupted my flow. I had to undo a few stitches . . . get out my scissors . . . and do a join.
I know . . . I know . . . First World Problems . . . and I will still have a good day.
But really . . . don't you hate that too?
Until next time, keep your nose in a book or your fingers in fiber.