Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Stillness of January

I stop knitting in January.

I'm not sure why it happens, perhaps something to do with the mania, the colors, the frenetic activity of the holidays, but after every New Year's I find myself looking at my knitting and then turning to something else.

This year it's mystery novels. Probably most years it's mystery novels.

It doesn't really make sense to me. January is quieter than December. There's more free time, time that in December is filled with card writing and present wrapping and food eating. In January, I breathe a sigh of relief that things are normal again. Normal means knitting.

But somehow not in January.

The end of December often brings tempting knitting presents, new yarn or needles or patterns, and one would think that would get me excited.

But it doesn't.

Plus, January is cold. And dreary. And often gray. One would think sitting on the couch in the evening with bright yarn in my hands would be irresistible.

But it isn't.

Thankfully, this has happened enough times that I recognize it for the temporary state that it is. I wait it out, reading and not worrying that a lack of interest signals an end to my hobby.*

I think I'm nearing the end of the Not Knitting now. I think this is what's going to do it for me.

Gradient yarn dyed during my class at Nomad Yarns,
paired with black Plymouth Yarn Baby Alpaca Worsted

*Terrifying. What would I do with all that yarn?


  1. but what are you going to make with it ?? :)

  2. never fear. you can send it to me! :) ha! (and then when the muse struck you again, I'd hold it hostage until you visited me! :) )

  3. January always does odd things to my knitting too. The last two years, I've been overcome with the need to finish stuff off. I always expect to want to start new things, and prepare my Christmas list accordingly, but I'm still not ready to cast on a new shawl, despite having the yarn wound, pattern printed, needles to hand and everything. Instead I'm finishing some socks from October. Weird.