I’ve been called out. The kits have yarn, and they have a price, and they have been knit, but they still aren’t a kit. I have sold so much hand spun at the show that I am now obligated to have patterns for people to use.

The yarn is sweet heavenly baby soft love. It shimmers, it moves, it has life and it needs to be knit by someone other than me. It’s like leaving your children on the first day of preschool —you know they’ll be fine on their own, but you want to be there for any misstep because you aren’t just quite ready to let go.

It’s time. Give me a month and the kits will be live…..yes, in time for Christmas gift giving to your favourite knitter.

There is only one more day left of the show. It’s going to be a long knit nite…only because I know what’s missing from the booth that needs to be replaced. It’s going to be a long night because JP took John and I out for dinner to an amazing restaurant and it will take 6 hours to digest this food. It’s going to be a long night because my brain is racing with possibilities and I just can’t put them to rest. Oh, and it’s going to be a long night because my cat has recently started snoring (like loudly).

Oh, and I have a show next weekend.