Some of my coworkers are knitting maniacs. I think they secretly have knitting machines in their basements -- or sweatshops. 'The Emotion', as I'll call her, will start a sock at work five minutes before closing, and show up with a complete pair the next morning. 'Coryell' cranks out sweaters in her spare time between making all manner of felted pillows and critters, socks, scarves, felted clogs, Fair Isle hats and mittens, and Goddess knows what else.
I've not been a competitive knitter up till now. I knit things I enjoy working on, and if I finish them, that's a bonus. (Process, process, process!) But all of this hyperproductivity is making me a little jealous. I think I may have to step up my production and (gasp) finish some stuff.
I still, however, am not enthusiastic about putting my goods in the State Fair. I'm not quite sure why. I just don't feel the bug. Now, having said that, maybe I'll put in some mint-green crocheted tissue box covers or something this year.
See my UN-finished Shadow Shawl, below.
