I have what I consider to be a flaw. (A flaw? Just one, you say?)
This is it.
It's nearly impossible for me to sit still without having something to occupy my hands. Some kind of handwork to do. Even just manually filling empty capsules with kelp meal fits the bill. (Sick, huh?)
This uncomfortable feeling of being idle (i.e., lazy, slouthful, shiftless, indolent . . . you get my drift) even comes upon me while visiting or having an interesting conversation with someone. It may be that keeping my hands busy settles me, slows down my brain which has a direct correlation in keeping (possibly) unwise thoughts from escaping my mouth.
But this post is not meant to develop into a deep psychological discussion of my psyche. Rather, I simply want to report that the past few evenings cozied up on the couch in front of an open fire, sporadically conversing with that guy sitting in the rocking chair going through his old files, has resulted in my busy hands finally finishing a knitted baby blanket I started . . . oh gosh, how many years ago?
It's fortunate this item was not started with a specific baby or baby-to-be in mind because said child would be starting college by now.
Finished size is 36" x 48". Much bigger than I thought it would be. Hunh. Could be the reason it took me so long to finish.
I used a pattern made up by a good friend who's an expert knitter. My yarn was different than that suggested in the pattern. Another good reason the blanket turned out as big as a cloth ground cover.
It will eventually be gifted to a little boy baby because of the predominantly blue coloration. For now it can be tucked safely away.
Finished. Done. Completed.
Maybe good things do come from my "flaw." You've all heard the expression, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop." Well, we sure don't want no devilish activities around here! How about, "Busy hands are happy hands?" Yeah, I like that. Even better, "Busy hands, happy heart?" Maybe I'm not as flawed as I thought. Hmmm . . .