“Whatcha working on now?” The Man asked me the other day.
“A dishcloth,” I replied. “We are really hurting for new ones.”
“You’re tellin’ me,” he said. “You need to make about a dozen of those!”
“Well,” I said, thinking of the spinning that I would rather be doing, “Let’s just start with one, for now.”
He went off to work and I turned on Sesame Street to keep the Littles entertained while I worked on my dishcloth.
Later that evening, after a long day of homeschooling, housework, cooking, bread baking, and all the myriad other things that I do during the day, I sat down to continue working on my little square of garter stitch. The Man came in from work, looked at my knitting and asked me, “what number are you on?”
“Huh?” I responded.
“How many dishcloths did you get done today?” he clarified.
“This is still my first one,” I answered.
“What have you been doing all day?” he was shocked. “I thought you were going to make a bunch of those.”
There was a time when my mad knitting skills had him awestruck. He didn’t know how I managed to do it. He thought I was amazing.
Now he expects my awesomeness to produce a dozen dishrags in a day!
I guess I make it look too easy.
Dishrag in cotton thread. Details on Ravelry project page, here.
By the way, dishrags are easy. They are also incredibly boring. So every row or so, I take a break and spin something or play with a kid or scrub the floor with a toothbrush… You know, anything to break up the monotony. But I could never whip out 12 in a day, even if I tried. Maybe five. But my brain would be jello at the end!