I’ve heard of sleep-walking and sleep-eating. But I think I’ve discovered a new nocturnal phenomenon–sleep knitting.
I’m working on the Swallowtail Shawl from the latest Interweave, and I’ve been knitting along for a while now. I’ve even memorized the chart–which turned out to be very useful last night, when I got stranded on the side of the road, patternless, with no other knitting, waiting for a tow truck.
(I will never go without an extra knitting project again. I realize, now, that I was tempting the Knitting Gods to smite me.)
I then took the shawl with me to OUTKnit, the new knitting group I’ve started. I remember sitting in the coffeeshop and getting through the end of the 13th repeat before I left.
Then I left, stopping to talk to a knitter friend I haven’t seen in a while who happened to be there (weird coincidence).
I came home, cleaned because my mother is visiting (because my father is too cheap to pay for a rental car, so she is driving up here so I can use hers to get to work), and then took a nap.
Afterwards, I sat down to watch Three Moons Over Milford and The 4400.
I picked up the shawl and began to knit. Then I stopped. I looked at my knitting. I looked at the chart. I looked at my knitting.
I am now on the 3rd row of the 14th repeat.
Yes. Somehow, without realizing or having any memory of it, I managed to KNIT TWO ROWS.
It’s the only explanation.