Isn't that picture disturbing? Are those human hands knitting?
Well folks, it's official...I've gone broody.
It happens every few months after a period of intense busyness.
I never know when it's coming.
I'm fine one minute.
I stay in my pajamas and eat marshmallows with chocolate chips right out of the bag.
I don't answer the phone.
I wander around the house and wish I'd gone to college to become a Pharmacist.
At least I would have access to medication for this ailment.
I curse old houses and the lack of storage space that causes me to have to store extra rolls of toilet paper in such an unfashionable fashion. My OCD kicks in and I worry why I have just one red towel, and I plan it's demise even though it's my favorite towel. I put it in the Goodwill bag and take it out, over and over.
I inventory my spices and walk around for the next half an hour frustrated that the poppy seeds and the fennel are not in matching jars. I make a note of that.