Eye of theTiger
"Babe, you've got more frets than a double-neck guitar," said Josh this morning, when we were discussing holiday knitting, and my ability to handle stress.
Sometimes I doubt his commitment to Sparkle Motion.
There are only 32 knitting days left until Chanukah, and 35 until Christmas. I made a list of recipients and their wooly gifts (I always do this. If you are going to knit everyone you love a holiday gift, you NEED a list) last month. There are 15 items on it.
Two of these are complete.
Six of these are in progress.
Seven have not been touched, and two of these are skeins of yarn with no plan.
Despite all this, I have not yet reached Chernobyl-levels of panic, yet. (Hey, stop laughing! I said "yet"...) I have, however, reached a low level of panic. A "Did I lock the front door?!" level of panic. Manageable.
All I have to do is knit all the time.
Knit in public. (I do this anyway. my friends are very good at pretending to not be embarrassed. Well... delayedneutron understands.)
Knit while on hold.
Knit while hanging out on Google+ (again... my friends are used to this. They don't take my sporadic eye contact personally. At least i hope they don't.)
Make Josh do all the driving so I can knit in the car.
Knit while Amelia naps. Knit while she's entertaining herself.
Sleep less. (Sleep eats up a LOT of potential knitting time.)
Knit WELL. This is not the time for making dumbass mistakes, or misreading things, or ignoring gauge issues.
Knit. All. the. Time.
I can totally do this.