That's enough really...

Or why I am turning into my mother.

 I grew up unable to find clothes to fit.  The idea of having a wardrobe so full that I didn't need more was some sort of dream that I never thought I could attain.  When I started to have success in making clothes that fitted I was ecstatic and dreamed of a super huge wardrobe of items so I could be in a different outfit almost every day.

My mother on the other hand, is a standard size and would go into shops, try on something lovely, it would fit, and she would say "I don't need it, I have enough of [insert item here]" and walk away.  She has even been known to refuse to go to a fabric shop because "I don't need anything".  Every time she did this I used to have a little strop inside my head,  jumping up and down and shouting about how NO ONE has enough clothes/fabric.  Its not actually possible.  

Turns out, I am turning into my mother.  Because yesterday I realised "I have enough clothes.  I don't need anything." 

I'm kind of thinking that I should be having that strop inside my head right about now.

Likewise, I seem to have knitted my own bodyweight in sweaters and cardigans and don't really need any more of them either.   And have run out of storage space for them.     

So, I figured since I don't HAVE to make anything, I will take the opportunity to make things just because I can, even if I have no purpose in mind for them.  In that vein, I have started a circular shawl.  Just because the pattern was fabulous, and I wanted to knit it.  I have absolutely no clue AT ALL what I am going to do with it when I've made it.  But I am very much enjoying knitting it and having great trouble putting it down in order to do tedious things like eat, sleep and go to work.