Thursday, September 3, 2009

This is how addiction starts...

Every fall, it starts a little earlier. And this year, it was my fault.

I knit mittens. I give them as gifts. And I get requests for them. A friend of mine, (and I'm going to start using initials here to keep the story making any semblance of sense...) R, had trashed his mittens (though he calls them 'mitts' so they sound manlier, I guess) and had asked me for a new pair. This was last November and I was eyeballs deep in knitting insanity. I told him it was no problem for new mitts but that it would have to wait until January.

Well, that didn't happen. (here for the story) So, while watching a couple of movies in July, I picked up the needles to keep my hands busy and R had new mitts. Our schedules didn't connect for a while so I passed them over at a party, where they were seen by...

A. A requested a pair and since I adore A, I naturally agreed thinking that I'd get around to them sooner or later. But sooner was the case because the fifth season of House came out on DVD and I wanted to be caught up before the new season started, and again, needed to keep my hands busy. A & B live together and I'm even closer to B so I couldn't very well, not knit for B after knitting for A. So B got a pair, too.

Then I made the utter mistake of piling them by the door so I could grab them on my way out and I noticed: 1) that they looked like an unfinished sequence and 2)...

...that I, C, needed an new pair, too.

And all this happened while Hugh Laurie was popping vicodin and being snarky. The irony is not lost on me. Here is the ABC that reflects my OCD and ADD. At least now, the visual sequence is finished.

It reminds me of an anecdote about Handel, or Haydn - whichever had a bunch of kids, one of whom used to sneak down the stairs in the middle of the night to play the first 7 notes of a G scale and then sneak back up to bed. Handel/Haydn would be compelled to quit his own warm bed to trundle down the stairs to the piano to play the 8th and final note.

I'm really glad I didn't know of any D's needing mittens at the moment I set the needles down. It would have led to E, F'n' G, for sure.


  1. Too funny! I can totally see myself doing that. Your mittens are wonderful!

    I have had fun reading your blog.

    I also wanted to thank you for your comment on my knitting post. Thanks for the pat on the back and the advice.

    I am a little OCD some times and have to admit that when I saw I had mistakes in the pattern, I started over.

    By the way, I can't wait to see how your quilt turns out.


  2. "mitts" totally sounds more manly! you are seriously one good friend. how completely wonderful of you. also, love the Handel, or Haydn story! too fantastic. I think we all have our little OCD moments.

    love the finger mustache too


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