A perfectly legitimate reason for needing to knit all the things
Before moving to Houston I wondered how my knitting would change in a hot climate. I imagined a sad life, giving up my beloved wool for cooler, more summer-appropriate fibers like cotton and bamboo. Instead, I wore woolen handknits three times last week even though Houston is nearing 40 days this summer with temperatures at or above 100.
Handknits in 100+ degree temps? Sounds…sweaty. This was the forecast for the last weekend in August. It actually got hotter than that.
This town is SRS BSNS about their air conditioning. On multiple occasions I’ve lamented my lack of fingerless mitts while at work because my fingers are nearing frostbite levels. I work out of two offices, one on the lowest level of the museum, which is always cold, and one on the top floor, which is like spending my day in a walk-in freezer.
I need hats. I need armwarmers and cowls and worsted weight shawls to help keep me warm. This? Is a problem I can get behind.
Because obviously I don’t have enough.