It all started on Friday afternoon with what should have been a hunker-down and knit snowstorm but instead by the time I got home and bundled in for the evening all I could do was look at my work-in-progress cowl with disgust. I picked it up a few times as the evening wore on but only got a couple of rows done at most. My head wasn't into it, neither was my heart and in all honesty my fingers just weren't working the way they should have been, perhaps they were still trying to defrost from cleaning the snow off the car.
Saturday morning shone bright and sunny, the snow having stopped sometime after my head hit the pillow. It was going to be a great day I thought to myself as I prepared my morning coffee. I just knew that if I buckled down I could finish that cowl. With coffee in hand, I headed to my comfy corner and I think the cowl actually glared at me. Was it feeling neglected from the night before? I picked it up and before a stitch was even knit, it was back down. Instead I opened my computer and got caught up on Facebook and my Farmville/Cityville/Frontierville abodes. Time passed and the cowl sat. Putting it off for no longer I bundled up and headed outside to shovel the car out and take the dog to the groomers. I spent the next hour in Chapters looking through knitting books and then over to Michaels to see what was on sale and if there was anything new. I'm very pleased to announce that I left both stores without a purchase (though I am eyeing some of the huge stretched canvases for a potential painting or two). Picking up one clean but overly hyper dog, I trudged back up with, once again, the intentions of knitting and finishing that cowl. But the love just wasn't there and maybe only a row was accomplished on Saturday.
Sunday -- football day-- is normally a good knitting day for me. SO is down in the man-cave watching football games and synopsis and I have the tv room to myself. I had actually come up with a plan on Saturday night to get over this cowl avoidance -- I was going to knit a hat to go with the cowl I knit a couple of weeks ago which would also go toward my destash goals as it would use up the remaining yarn I have from over purchasing for the original cowl. I had put aside about four patterns on Saturday night but as I looked at them on Sunday morning they weren't doing it for me so I went on a hunt for the perfect pattern. Alas, I was unsuccessful and nothing was cast on and not a stitch knit on the lonely cowl sitting on the back of my sofa.
Now, while it was an uncreative knitting weekend. It was not a completely uncreative weekend. The SO spent the majority of the weekend preparing his submission to the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award so I read, commented on and edited many variations of his submission until he was finally happy with it. Now it is just the waiting game as the judges sift through the piles of submissions and filter them down to round two. Perhaps our household can only hold so much creativity at a time and he sucked it up this weekend, leaving me with enough mental capacity to play match 3 games.
Perhaps this evening, the cowl will finally be finished (or at least progress made on it) but with a wind chill warning in effect and minus 20-something celsius I don't have high expectations. I believe the cold spell has frozen my creativity. Maybe it will thaw out it time for the storm predicted for later this week.
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