Is this… normal? Sane?

Let’s set the scene. An innocent knitter, embarking on her first lace shawl even though, as she types this entry, one of her dear friend’s birthdays is roaring ’round the corner to knock the stitches right of her needles (which should be holding aforementioned dear friend’s project, but it not because there’s a lace shawl occupying the space). Anywya, the innocent knitter is in Algebra, learning delightful things about fun ways to plug numbers into y=mx+b. Her trusty shawl is stashed beneath her seat for fear it would be snatched from her locker.

Innocent Knitter: (She listens to teacher, longs to knit shawl)
Loudpeaker Man: BOOOOP! BOOOOP! BOOOP! Attention. Attention. Attention. An emergency has been recorded. All occupences walk to the nearest stairway and down to your assigned re-entry floor or main lobby. Walk to the nearest stairway. Do not use the elevator. Walk to the nearest stairway. Do not use the elevator. BOOOP! BOOOP! BOOOP! (et cetera)
Innocent Knitter: (She stands from her seat and begins to proceed to the nearest stairway, confident that this is a drill. But wait… A thought occurs.) What if it isn’t a drill? (Her heart fills with panic as she thinks of her delicate, flammable magnum opus, currently sitting beneath her chair in a disturbingly flammable room) No! (She stealthily steps back and grabs her shawl from beneath the seat, hoping no one stops her. No one does, and she walks with her peers down into the air, noticing it is tinged with spring)
Teacher: Come on. No talking. (Just as everyone lines up outside and the heads are counted, the all-clear is sounded and the grumbling students move back to their classes.)
Innocent Knitter: Oh. Only a drill. Still, I’m glad I took you along, Shawly (Yeah, it’s painstakingly cliched not a terribly creative name, but the Innocent Knitter was so happy, the words escaped from her lips even so)

So, is going back to grab your knitting in a fire drill a bad thing? I mean, I was only a few steps from my desk. It wasn’t like I went back into a burning building or anything to get it.

I’m just a normal knitter. Having normal, WIP saving impulses.

P.S. The air, as I said, is tinged with spring. I am hit with the sudden impulse to purchase an Ickle Lambikins. Or something to that effect.



  1. Grma said,

    February 22, 2007 at 11:00 pm

    Hello Innocent Knitter, or ma petite tricoteuse préférée. Yes and Yes. You are normal and sane, however Way Obsessed. Maybe if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have turned out so many beautiful knit articles to be enjoyed by so many.

  2. alpaca12 said,

    February 24, 2007 at 8:40 pm


  3. alpaca12 said,

    February 28, 2007 at 10:55 pm

    j’aime français. je PARLE français.

  4. Sophia said,

    October 17, 2013 at 12:02 am

    Hey! Yes that perfectly normal. I hope… I had a dream one night that there was a fire and the first thing I did was grab my latest knitting project. Then run screaming out the door. I don’t know how old you are, but I’m in 7th grade. Your blog is awesome btw. If you don’t mind checking out mine, that would be great. I just started yeah

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