Maybe it’s that I don’t like making decisions, but I’m still hemming and hawing over joining up with the 2500+ others in the Knitting Olympics. Tomorrow amongst the other things like cappucino drinking and motorcyclic shopping I will get to go to my LYS for the first time in several weeks. Because I like to torture myself, I plan on taking the pattern and yarn I’m considering as a maybe possible Olympic try. I don’t have needles that even vaguely resemble what the pattern calls for (I seem to have a drought in my needle collection when it comes to size 6 and size 7, and I certainly have neither size in a 24″ length circular needle), and I still need to swatch.

I think some part of me has decided it wants to take part; it just hasn’t convinced the rest of me yet.

In the coming weeks I will definitely need something to keep my hands busy at night after dinner because I have gone back to Weight Watchers. I went to my first meeting on Wednesday. I figure it worked last year (I lost something like 50 lbs, but gained 10 lbs back over the collective holidays), and I still have plenty to lose. Knitting keeps me from snacking.

In other knitting news, I get to take the afghan that I’m making for my mother down to Monterey on Sunday to work on while “watching” the Super Bowl… I really only tune in to see the commercials. Hopefully, I can finish it while I’m down there so it doesn’t have to come home with me again, and so my mother will stop asking why I haven’t finished it yet.