My not so secret addiction

 By Mary Jane Maffini  aka Victoria Abbott

    It’s happening again! My knitting addiction is taking over. I believed I was over all that. I thought I could handle it in small doses. You know:  Hats. Scarves. Social knitting. Take it or leave it. That kind of thing.  But I am only fooling myself. Soon I will be as bad as I’ve ever been.  

 












It’s just a matter of time before I’m getting up in the middle of the night to do just a few stitches.  Being disappointed that I don’t have to wait at the doctor’s office because I have brought ‘a little project’. Inserting knitting comments and pix into unrelated blog posts. Reaching out of the shower to pick up a conveniently located skein of yarn and needles (coincidentally resting on a towel) to ‘just finish this row’. But wait, with the right techniques you can knit in the bathtub, without reaching out and getting the floor all wet. No problem at all.


Then there's the secret side of things, common to many addictions. Hiding the evidence in a sofa where someone could be impaled.  Buying ‘turbo’ needles, just in case. Making sure that bills from yarn stores never reach the house.
Where will it end? Knitting and driving?  Hanging out with other addicted knitters in furtive ‘stitch ‘n bitch’ groups?  Blowing the retirement savings on Peruvian yarn?
That’s what I fear about my knitting:  it’s the hobby where one stitch is too many and a thousand not enough.

My DH appears to be an enabler.  “Oh were you knitting? That’s nice. Didn’t notice.” 
Okay, that’s me with my embarrassing revelation. What’s your secret addiction?   I'm hoping it's knitting, but even if it's not, let's hear it!