I'm what I describe as a "pathological knitter".
I love it. I adore it. I dream about it. When I'm in a shop that has sweaters on a rack, I find myself analysing the design and identifying the patterns/stitches used to create it. Now, I'm not saying I'm a GOOD knitter... I'm just very passionate about it. Metro Dad and I argue more often than you'd guess about whether it would be "appropriate" for me to bring my knitting along to any given function or outing. I lose a lot. (Which may be why I don't go out a lot...?!)
If you have any proclivity toward knitting, you understand. There are times when you come across a particular yarn, or an intriguing pattern, and you just HAVE to knit. When I find myself in the throes of one of these obsessive knitting moments, LOOK OUT! I'd travel through the frozen tundra to get the supplies I need once I've got my heart set on a new project. For example, my newest passion for collecting patterns for knitted toy food. Metro Dad simply can NOT comprehend that one. But I can't help myself. I've finished a cupcake, and now I'm itching to get to a resale yarn shop to pick up bits and pieces of assorted colors to make a whole tea tray party set of finger foods with my knitting needles.
I've got a trunk full of sock yarn, 1/2 of a sweater I started about 6 years ago, and several projects in various stages of completion, yet all I can think about is knitting these adorable little tea sandwiches! Yes, I have a daughter who will LOVE playing with them, so it seems logical. But honestly, even if I was childless, had no access to children, and never intended to DO anything with the knitted toy food upon completion, still I would HAVE to make them.
Take THIS PROJECT for example. I just found it today. A knitted, stuffed uterus- lovely! When would this be appropriate, even? Perhaps a friend with a stellar sense of humor who's undergone a hysterectomy? I dunno, but there's something almost... irresistable... about the concept of knitting up a cuddly, bubblegum pink uterus, no?
I know it's not rational. Heck, lots (most) of the time I don't get around to finishing one project before something new catches my fancy and there sits the "old" project on the needles, waiting for the day that I am lured back once again to complete it. Probably makes no sense whatsoever if you're not into fiber arts, and Metro Dad can't understand why I'll gleefully pay $20+ for yarn to make ONE pair of socks. But who cares? I'm not gonna even bother to rationalize it.
It makes me happy.