Tony and I used to know this couple, both middle aged gruff Yorkshire people, and the wife wrote poetry (quite appalling poetry at that). She insisted on reading it to you when you visited their house, and those poems went on forever. Anyway, this one day, she read some poetry and then her husband said, in his dry Yorkshire voice, “The thing with poetry is, you either LOVE it, or you HATE it.” Tony said, “How do you feel about it then?” and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “oh, I can take it or leave it.”
Which has nothing to do with today’s post, but it makes me laugh every time I remember it. What I wanted to talk to you about today is Ravelry. I have to confess, I spend a large part of every day on Ravelry. And I love it. Can’t imagine how we every lived without it. But at the same time, I think I hate it too. It’s the Place That Time Forgot. Seriously, I pop on to Ravelry to check my groups, and three hours later the woodstove has gone out, and the dinner hasn’t been started, and I’m feverishly looking at cardigan patterns, just one more page and then I’ll stop.
I am the Queen of Indecision, and Ravelry is not a place where you can afford to be indecisive. Just as soon as I’ve cast on for one project, I spot another one even more irresistable. What should I do with those 10 skeins of Jaeger Luxury Tweed? A cable vest? A shawl? Oooh, maybe I should get a few more colours and do something Fair Isle! Although if I’m going to do that, shouldn’t I use a yarn that will steek better? Let’s see, what yarns do people recommend for Fair Isle…… mmm, Rowanspun, don’t I have some of that, although come to think of it, that would make a splendid Hemlock Ring blanket, and I could do with a nice throw for the living room……. Ooh, look, a Noro blanket! Maybe I should start one of those.
Oh dear, I think I need some intervention. Or I may never finish anything the rest of my life. Next time you see me on Ravelry, tell me to Get Out and Get On With My Knitting. Please!!!
