I have all my pieces cut out (though not to a very good standard) and am now cooking lunch. I can see that I shall be stitching all afternoon to make the deadline. I’m feeling very resentful of the time taken away from my sock, which I very much want to complete and then move on to the next thing. Knitting makes me happy content with my lot. Stitching makes me feel highly discontented. It’s difficult and frustrating and raises my stress levels. Knitting puts me into an almost transcendental state. Contemplation of knitting, on the other hand, makes me quite excitable. I love startitis. I really do.
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