And on and on and on…
My daughters are very fond of a book called The Magic Porridge Pot. It is a wild and swashbuckling tale of a small girl who gets given (surprisingly enough) a Magic Porridge Pot. She tells it to cook porridge and Lo! porridge magically appears. She gives it to her mother who works out how to activate the saucepan but somehow can’t figure out how to turn it off (I have days like that myself). The porridge floods the town until the little girl goes home and says ”Stop, little pot, stop.”
Apart from the tedium of reading said story every night for months now, it is re-enacting itself in my living room with my knitting.
No matter how much I knit on this damn scarf, the yarn never ends. The first skein lasted for less than half of the present length (I haven’t woven in the ends yet so I can be pretty sure about this) but the second skein, despite being just as long, has lasted and lasted and lasted…
I am in a knitting black hole. If I’m not out by Monday, send help.
And gin. Send lots of gin.
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