Every year, when I start knitting again, I go through the “I love knitting! It’s so great and relaxing and fulfilling” epiphany.

And here we are again, folks.

I was chatting with my snis on Tuesday about things she needs for the new baby and she told me how she’d been thinking about using the same blanket I made for her firstborn, William, for the new baby’s photos, but then decided she’d rather have something he could have as his own.

And before I knew it I was offering to make the same blanket for him as I did for William, but with a different color featured (yellow, instead of mint).

I started it Tuesday night and spent most of Wednesday (we had a federal holiday) watching bad Netflix holiday movies (The Princess Switch and Christmas Wedding Planner) and knitting.

What a perfect day. Wake up and knit. Eat breakfast. Run. Take a hot bath. Have lunch and knit. Go buy yarn. Go home. Watch a movie and knit. Eat dinner. Knit some more.

I’m not creative/crafty, so knitting has me using a part of my brain that I don’t tap in to very often, and my brain LIKEY. It’s incredibly fulfilling to MAKE something with my hands, and to see the progress of it as it “grows.”

Other benefits: knitting keeps me from snacking and from playing with my phone when I’m bored because my hands are occupied!

Downsides: I can’t pay attention to much else when I am doing it (a person talking to me, a movie, etc.), it gets frustrating when I mess up, and it uses up most of my free time.

Isn’t it strange that I drop it each year and pick it back up and have this realization? I don’t know what that’s about. I somehow have a TON of yarn. I should just make things year round and donate them.