Over Abundance

I just did the math, and if I knitted 40 hours a week, at a pretty consistent pace, and without having to rip back, I could do something like 60 sweaters a year. Can you imagine? 60 sweaters. That’s like 40 more than I will ever need in my whole lifetime - barring huge fashion shifts, the loss of any of my more favored limbs, or huge changes in body shape. (HA! I’ve seen pictures of my older relatives, I know right where I’m heading.)

Instead of doing that, I’m starting a new project. Today was the 2nd day off that I’ve had in 3 months, and I took advantage of that fact to do copious quantities of laundry and tidy up a bit. Not that you can tell. I end up making more messes by getting up and walking away from the cleaning mid-rearrangement. It makes it easy to go back later, at least. I was admiring my wonderfully hideous scrapghan that I am making.

I love it. I love how random it is. I love how grossly beautiful it is. It goes so far into ugly that it goes out the other side into something beyond beautiful.

It inspired me to start something similar that will be done much faster.

I just finishing reading knitalong and have decided that this desire to do something scrappy and crafty can be combined with the need to spawn a knitalong of my own.

So I invite you, my fellow crafters, to pick up your string and implement of choice to Cover Something. I present my victim of choice.

And my materials of Covering.

As you can see, my apartment is something of a hotbed for hooking lately. I blame the Yarn Harlot. That neck reinforcement was totally the gateway to my current lifestyle. Thank goodness I have my Big Red Cardigan to knit on in public, lest people realize my shay-dee ways.