Whenever my mind starts to wander off and gets lost in endless rumination, I know that I can always rely on my knitting needles to bring me back to the present.
The subtle sound of them clicking together in a (still rather slow if compared to my aunty) rhythm makes my worries disappear in an instant, and I am focused on counting knitting stitches and patterns. It defeats the constant ramble and addiction to turn "unlaid eggs" - as I call them - over and over again.
This was supposed to become a wrist warmer, but I have troubles making a second one of exactly the same kind, once the first is done. Mostly because I am simply too impatient and already excited to start with a new color, new pattern and actually overall an entirely different project.