I miss knitting my sweater. I miss feeling it's warm weight spread across my lap. I miss the endless hours of mindless flow, the rhythm of it. I know I need to move on, to pick up the needles and knit something. Or you know to get some strong thread and sew those buttons on and wear it. Or at the very least take some pictures of it. Then there is that nasty pair of socks haunting me. There is also Christmas knitting, for which I don't have the yarn or sadly the money to buy the yarn. Anyone need a computer fixed? My hubby is available. So I wander around sadly with empty hands.