I know I really never gave ya'll a heads up of my breakup last year with someone who used to appear on this blog, but it's one of those things I just didn't care to live through again online.
However picture me, Viva, a bottle of wine, ONE glass, and my knitting. Over and over again. That was the first couple months of my life when I was back in the 'No. Hell, I was turning out projects left and right; to a point where I think I was up to 200 yards a day. Yowza. It's not that I didn't want to date, it's that I was fed up with relationships. I like to think for myself. Make decisions be myself. Not have to consult someone about when, where, who, what, why, etc, etc. And life was good. Well, not on my liver, but that's another story :).
Anywho, enter TNB and wow, did things change. Ya'll, he's made me NOT want to knit. I now want to come home and linger over long dinners and talk politics, sit on the patio and drink wine while listening to the night (and every now and then, the obnoxious neighbors), and cuddle. Ick, I said it.
I realized a couple days ago just how little I have been actually knitting, reading about knitting, writing about knitting, fantasizing about new yarn. Strange, huh? Of course, TNB and I are settling into a little more "normal" routine, so I've started taking the entire knitting bag to his place on regular occasion... but wow, who would'a thought it.
It's all good. I'm sure I should enjoy this time - the dating "honeymoon", so to speak. I just hope my stash doesn't gather too much dust.
Hanging around on the needles: Sideways Spencer, Aline (I'll get around to that damn sleeve someday), Hourglass Pullover, Lady Eleanor.
