There are moments in a knitters life that are without match. Usually they are relatively fleeting- a finished project, a mother's joy at her new shawl or the admiration of others as they see skilled fingers producing intricate lace. I'd hardly imagined that it was possible to string a series of these moments together to create something akin to Nirvana, but this past weekend proved me wrong.
I fell asleep last night while knitting in bed -- trying to finish a 329-stitch row of purls. Woke up at 1:30, but roused myself only enough to flick off the light and go back to sleep. When the alarm went off at 6 my partner mumbled something about some knitting in the bed. The project had spent the night between us!