I can knit, no, I swear I can

I even make up patterns, but I have never written one down. This may change, as I suspect that I really will write down my pattern for little people, and maybe for a knitted shopping bag. Of course, I have to make those things first, and that means putting aside my gorgeous shrug slash bolero, which I have finished. Not that I know what I did, since I increased randomly, and knit until I ran out of yarn, not a good way to create a pattern. Well, maybe a good way to destash, but my half a sweater may be even less valuable to someone in cold weather.
Here is the good news, crochet, I am brave enough to frog items. Yes, that means that i get to re-crochet the same stuff, only better. Well, hopefully better. but think of the yarn I am saving.

My imaginary life

I have imagined making many things. Many many things. But the reality is that I take forever just to finish a shawl or a pair of socks. I am not complaining, this is all part of my gift. My gift is that I am an appreciator, I truly appreciate the patterns that people have created, the lovely knitted and crocheted yarny goodness. I actually read those patterns, not just the description of the pattern. I like the structure and the vision of the designers.
Now, I do have vision for myself, but not for others really. I imagine the things that might look good on me, for my imaginary body, sadly, as my actual body is not exactly as I imagine. Hey, I call it anorexia in reverse, I look in the mirror and see a thin person. Thus I make hats, lots of hats, and weird things for my own entertainment.
So it is all good.