Friday, July 18, 2003

The unthinkable has happened.

I have nothing to knit.

What?! Dear gods, why? But it is true. I can't find the pattern for Mom's forsythia, I'm out of neutral for Mom's stash hat, and while I've pretty much designed sitcom slut, I'm picking up the yarn tomorrow. I could probably swatch the sweater I want to make for myself, but I'm not going to start that project for at least a month. I could rip out the original forsythia and start Cherry Twist, but that's in Mom's room, and she's asleep.

I have nothing to knit and an hour of television left. This is terrifying.