After being a little bit on hiatus with the knitting thing, I am back with a bit of a vengeance, and I am actually using up some of the yarn in my stash. It's a good feeling, especially since I think I am getting better and better at it all the time. I made a few Christmas gifts, and now I am experimenting with such things as super huge needles and stripes. I am pretty sure my method for switching yarns to make stripes is not quite the right one, but it is working for me.
However, for me, knitting is not the most relaxing thing in the world. In my head, it's a bit like a race. How fast can I get this done? As I get better and better at the purl part of the game, I find myself speeding toward the finish, trying to get scarves done in mere hours, and dreaming of the day when I can progress to something a little more challenging.
I tend to be a little bit on the competitive side of things. In fact, when Bill and I play Trivial Pursuit together, we tend to spend some time not speaking after it is over, no matter what the outcome. We both hate to lose. This makes sense for someone like him who played competitive sports for his entire childhood and was often on championship teams. But for me? The non-athlete? Where does this drive come from?
When I have kids someday, I would really like to think that I will be the sort of mom who says something about it not being whether you win or lose but about how you play the game. However, I see it now when my future stepsons are playing basketball...I want them to win with the a fire that comes close to the one that burns when I am cruising my way to Trivial Pursuit victory. When it's my own actual flesh and blood? Game on!