I chose knitting yesterday. My other option was sleep. It lost out as I worked on a project I started on the weekend.
I was having a cup of tea and had been sorting through the knitting stuff on my side table and coffee table and sofa and on the floor by my feet where I sit. It was now ordered, and everything was in its place and ready to go back to the wool room.
There was a bag with a skein and a half of some blue Briggs and Little Regal leftover from some sweater knitting. It had been kicking around all winter because I could really use another pair of mitts for in my car. My current pair is looking really ratty. My stock of double pointed needles was at my side.
Sometimes, your hands pick up and start a thing before you know it. An Emily Ocker cast on happened before I knew it, and mittens were off and running. It looks kind of long and skinny, particularly the thumb,
I love that about knitting. My mittens. Exactly right.