If I Were an Octopus…

I often wonder why God didn’t give moms more than two arms. How are we supposed to hold a baby, stir the soup, pick up the socks, go to the bathroom and answer the phone all at the same time? It just doesn’t make any sense. I have been known to lament the apparent shortage of arms in the past,mumbling┬ásomething┬áto myself about how during childbirth we should sprout another – at least the first couple of times. It has vexed me time and again. But, today, I am thankful that I only have two arms. I am knitting sleeves.

Although, I really can’t complain about these sleeves. These are interesting sleeves.

They are a fun knit, and I am actually looking forward to working on the second one… tomorrow.

But, I am glad that I only have two arms!

Labyrinth in Louisa Harding Grace, whale