The Seven Minute Itch

Married people are supposed to experience The Seven Year Itch. Now, I suspect that this particular sort of itch strikes both the married and the unmarried. Sadly, I am fairly certain that this itch can strike much earlier than seven years into life with the "ball and chain". If any of my friends treated their partners the way I treat my knitting, I would have none of it; s/he would hear a thing or three from me.

We have to face it, we knitters are a promiscuous sort. Yes, there are some project monogamy freaks out there, and while I support your lifestyle choice, I cannot personally embrace it. I am a wanton (or wonton depending on the hour) woman. For all of the fidelity I bestow upon Joe, my knitting gets the inverse proportion.

Last night's Urge to Purge (clutter, not meal) revealed three knitting projects (Glampyre Mini Sweater, late 2003, ; heeled heeless sock, spring 2006; Fixation ankle sock, spring/summer 2006) forgotten as I turned my knitter's gaze of love to CeCe, Sizzle and Tubey. So far, I am one for six. Not good odds, are they?

And I think you know where I am going with this...
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