- NEVER knit too close to a sick child.
Something will splash my knitting, whether it be chicken soup or projectile vomit.
- NEVER promise a knitted item by a specific date.
Something always happens, and it’s never good. Promising a baby blanket by a particular day means it won’t be presented until that baby has a baby.
- NEVER knit under the influence.
Just one drink compromises my knitting. My gauge is sloppy and if I notice a mistake, I cheerfully pronounce it quirky and charming and leave it in. Later on, I suffer much pain and self-recrimination as I repair my charming little quirks. It’s worse than any hangover.
- And NEVER, EVER knit after midnight!
This Knitting Never is the most important of all. Whether I’m knitting a warsh rag or a shetland shawl, I must lay aside the needles when the clock strikes twelve. Otherwise, I’ll turn into a gremlin. It isn’t the knitting that turns me into a gremlin; it’s all the ripping and the fixing I have to do the next morning.
The Man has taken it upon himself to enforce these Knitting Nevers as best he can. It’s a risky undertaking, for I don’t like being told what to do and I especially resent having to put down my pet projects. He is willing to incur my terrible wrath to save me from myself and I love him for it.
I would also say never knit when you are frustrated.
You are so right…love this list!
NEVER say….I’m not going to frog this….no one will notice this little, tiny error.
What a sweet Man you have to remind you of your Knitting NEVERS and help you enforce them.
CC, if I didn’t knit when frustrated, I wouldn’t knit at all! Knitting keeps me from hitting people.Holly, I’ve done the same thing – NEVER again!
Beth, he is sweet, but I think he is motivated more by self-preservation than by altruism. He’d rather listen to me rage for a few minutes than miss a meal because I’m too wrapped up in knitting repair to cook. LOL
Love the list but I realized how hard it must be to be married to us independent, strong minded women. The husband as i’ve taken to calling him, has a hard time, with me when I’m stressed out no matter the topic.
I had something rather clever to say until I read “warsh rag”. Melanie….do I need to drive back up there?
I don’t believe that you had anything even approaching clever to say.
And yes, you do need to drive back up here. 
Okay, so it was not really that clever but it was funny. Either way I am still stuck on warsh rag. When bathing Mallory tonight I thought about that and shuddered. Not my Melly…..