Confessions

My name is Momobinski and I am obsessed with knitting. (And yarn. And fiber. And spinning. And reading about knitting. And reading about spinning. And reading about yarn. Yada yada yada.)

I might as well start with some confessions.

1. I knit at stoplights. (Actually, I knit at some stoplights. I check my blackberry at alternate lights. Surprise - another Type A knitter.)

2. "Yarn," "needle," and "knit" were all among my daughter's first words.

3. On more than one occasion I have bought the same sock yarn twice because I forgot I already owned it.

4. My husband, who is an avid and talented cyclist, and I have an unwritten agreement ... he doesn't ask me how much I spend on yarn and I don't ask how much he spends on bike paraphernalia. Co-dependant? Yes. Effective? You bet..

5. My previously obsessive reading has fallen off dramatically since I started knitting. I am desperate to learn how to knit and read at the same time efficiently. (I can do it, but very slowly.) Tips, anyone?

6. I have more than 12 socks on the needles. (Photos to be added to WIP list soon.) No kidding. I haven't abandoned a single one - love them all and am determined to finish every one. I just love the process of starting a new one so much - matching yarn to pattern, making my own adjustments, and seeing how it will develop - that I can't help myself from adding new socks to the rotation. (And I have 5 scarves on the needles too - all beautiful experiments with new yarns, new patterns, new techniques.)

7. When I travel on business (or for fun), I google all the LYS's and squeeze in yarn crawls to and from the airport if I can. I've been to yarn shops in New York, New Jersey, Philly, DC, Seattle, San Francisco, San Diego, Denver, Portland, Austin and more. Fun fun fun.

8. I like to match drinks to yarn the way some mix wine to entrees. You know - merlot with merino (the old standbys), a local brewery's amber ale with a non-repeatable handpainted sock yarn bought on Etsy (indie pleasures), vodka with cashmere (special occasions only - or after a really bad day).

9. When I see a particularly gorgeous garden in bloom, my first thought is that I wish I had my camera with me so I could capture the unique colorway. Maybe I'll start dyeing. (Uh-oh!)

10. I'm going to Camp Cockamamie. (Knitting camp? Don't tell my non-knitting friends and family. They will think I've finally truly gone off the deep end. They may be right.)

More to come. Oh, yes ... there is indeed more, much more.