Over the holidays, I gave away my complete stash of hand knit dishclothes. All of them!
Which is okay.
It is not like I knit as many as my mother knit, when she was in her dishcloth knitting heyday. I didn’t have stacks and stacks.
And I gave them to those I wanted to give them to. I gave them willingly. It wasn't forced giving.
But the fact remained…I was out! So while my primary goal of the new year is to quilt that third grandbebe quilt, I really felt the need to knit a few dishclothes.
Because one never know when one might have a dishcloth emergency. Someone might need one RIGHT AWAY, and as quick as they are to knit? It still takes me two to two and a half hours from start to finish.
That’s a long time in the face of a dishcloth emergency. I mean…people might die, wars could be lost, disaster could reign in two hours for want of a dishcloth.
Anyway. Since the owls, I have been knitting with nothing but dishcloth cotton.