...so, being stuck at home, that's lots of knitting time right?

You'd think. I'd definitely think. I mean how often do you get the whole day (and in this case, as it turns out, several days in a row) with absolutely no demands on your time at all? Were it not for the fact that this is exactly the opportunity I'm facing now, I'd say 'never' is how often a chance like that crops up.

And it is entirely feasible that I may never encounter such a situation ever again. So it really does seem like the ideal opportunity to just knit myself silly and then some. And it's not like I didn't bring along a ton of emergency knitting supplies with me. But - and I am a little bit ashamed to confess it - I've still not done any knitting, and I don't feel a knitting stint coming on either.

Perhaps it's my annoying ailment: hot sore and very sorry for myself...not conducive to a knitterly mood.

Or simply that it's hot, and that knitting errs on the side of cosiness..soft yarn, making things designed to keep a person warm and snuggly. Sounds reasonable huh?

Take a look at this.

How unexpected and totally brilliant is that? In the hot hot hot desert-bound centre of this huge continent (if you don't know where Alice Springs is located, get googling...), is a festival for the celebration of beanies: knitted, crocheted, felted...there's no getting past it, this festival is all about the woolly hat. And in one of the hotter places on the face of the earth. Clearly high temperatures are no bar to working with wool then. 

Take a look at the website  and you will find yet another example of why knitting (and crochet, and spinning...and all other kinds of woolly and fibre related crafts) matters, and what wonderful things can come of getting tangled up in it.

And here I am, not knitting. It's a funny feeling.

What have I been doing then?

Mainly I've been listening to Serial. It's a podcast, a kind of 'true-crime' thing, and I binged listened to the whole first season yesterday. It. Was. Brilliant.