The Unanswerable Questions
How can I have what must be 100 sets of needles yet never have the size/length required for the project I have in mind?
How can I lose needles so frequently? Do they escape, like socks from a dryer? When I set my knitting bag down do they slowly make their way out of the bag, creeping along inch-worm style? Where do they go? Are they living a happy life, wild and carefree?
How can I – after a couple of decades of knitting – still get twenty stitches into the first row of a new project with a longtail cast-on before realizing that I’m knitting with the tail end of the yarn?
Why do I still periodically finish the cuff and leg of a sock and begin short row heel shaping before knitting the heel flap?
Why do I knit sweaters for my husband even though I know he wears T-shirts year round and is usually still too warm?
Why do I repeatedly insist on straying from a pattern I love only to follow a well-worn path to knitting despair?
Why is no amount of yarn ever enough?