A Time to Knit

I don’t have time to knit.  I have 4 children to tend, bread to bake, 3 meals a day to put on the table, 3 meals to clean up after, laundry, school, child training.  Somewhere in there I’m supposed to pay attention to my husband and I probably should kiss and hug my children too.

Nevertheless, I got it into my head that knitting would be a calming, soothing, peaceful activity.   I liked the idea of being able to knit in the truck on long drives to Raleigh.  And all this peace would be mine, mine, mine.

So I knitted my mama a scarf.  I figure she will like it.  She’s my mama which means she is required to “oooh” and “ahhhh” and get teary-eyed over my creation.  Then I knitted Prairie a toboggan — a safe bet for a novice knitter.  Prairie is 2 years old, isn’t discriminate and doesn’t recognize good knitting from bad.  She just knows she has something cool to put on her head.

Prairie seemed to like it.  She wore it around the house for almost an hour before big sister Rachel couldn’t take it anymore and confiscated it.