Last Friday night I went to a scrapbooking crop night at a friend’s house. Now, I don’t scrapbook at all; however, she has crop night once a month, and she is nice enough to let me come over and knit and eat M&M’s while everybody else crops. Then I also get the satisfaction of watching other people use pretty paper without feeling the insatiable need to buy it myself. Sounds like a win-win to me. I haven’t been able to go in the last couple months, what with defending my thesis and graduation, so I was glad to be able to come back for this one. I got to visit with some of my friends and got some productive knitting time in.

I’m not sure what the deal is, but I’ve completely lost my knitting mojo since the beginning of the year. I know I was busy for a while with thesis stuff, but usually it’s something fun I can do to relax. Plus, I’ve had a lot of down time while watching the X-Files that would have been perfect for knitting. However, I’d try to get out my current project and make some progress but soon lose interest. For some reason, I’ve just been totally uninspired. A few weeks ago I thought about even starting a new project to get myself motivated, but that certainly didn’t happen, either. However, it appears that forcing myself to knit at the crop night has finally given me a boost; at least over the weekend I cranked through a few squares and still feel motivated to do more. Hopefully I’ve crested the peak and am now coasting downhill on this project; it would be great to get another 101-in-1001 item done!

While at the crop, my friend’s cat decided to take a nap on top of my knitting bag. I’m sure it was comfy because it was full of squishy yarn, so she made herself at home while I worked. However, she did finally notice the actual yarn I was working with, and that certainly got her attention.

I call that “string theory.” When I finally made her scram so I could get more yarn, she meandered around and visited some other folks. Then she found an empty box to play in. A cat in a box…for a physicist, the joke just writes itself. However, not all my friends were familiar with Schrodinger’s cat in a box paradox, so my joke fell as flat as, well, a collapsed wavefunction.

Maybe this is why physicists aren’t invited over to play with normal people all that often.

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