There is something comforting about waking up early and knitting before the sun comes up. It’s the feeling of accomplishment before the day even begins. I am not a morning person, never have been and probably never will be. I need some quiet time to wake my mind and I have never understood people who don’t need this. My dad is one of them, he wakes up singing, it’s so very frustrating when I am home. But when I wake up early and make a nice cup of coffee, sit down and knit, it’s peaceful, it’s quiet and it’s my time. And I’ve grown so accustomed to this habit, that if I wake up late or don’t have these few hours of early morning to myself it throws my whole day off. It’s a weird feeling that I missed the opportunity to knit for a few hours. Am I crazy? Are there others who feel sad/off when they miss opportunities to knit?
This morning I grabbed my cup of coffee and chose to work on my cabled baby blanket. This blanket is going to be the death of me. It’s not a complicated design/pattern, but it’s taking me forever to complete.
Slowly but surely I have been chipping away at this blanket and I can’t wait to see the finished result. I really hope that it turns out as beautiful as I see it in my mind.
Happy [early morning] Knitting,
