You know those bugs that, once they infect you, take over your life for several days? When you emerge on the other side, you are shaken and a little shocked at its intensity.
I've just survived the Christmas knitting version of that.
It started out with a ball. Then there was this:
They were so cute that I immediately cast on for these:
And when I found the pattern for this, I knew I had to make it for a friend:
By this point I've lost the will to fight against the compulsion to make tiny ornaments, so these follow:
And a few more balls for good measure:
I have a different ornament for each of eight friends with whom we get together around the holidays.
I waver between being thrilled and being horrified. I realize I've become Aunt Bonnie who knits weird ornaments instead of just sticking to the list. I wonder if people who don't knit and don't necessarily appreciate the time and care that goes into knitting will like these, or if they'll become something they want to throw away but feel obligated to keep because someone made it for them. The key, I know, is to not care--to just knit for the enjoyment of it and give gifts to show your love.
And I know of nothing that says love like a knitted Christmas ornament.
The bug has left, and I've moved on to my first pair of Cat Bordhi socks.