The other night The Greatest found me in the kitchen, quietly weighing my yarn on the kitchen scale.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm weighing my yarn." Because weighing yarn is what everyone uses their kitchen scale for right? To be quite honest I don't think our kitchen scale has ever been used for any sort of kitchen purpose, like measuring food. I'm always using it to weigh my recycled yarn. I've got no idea what the yardage on those yarns are, but the weight combined with the wpi gives me a helpful jumping off point. The only other time I've seen the scale being used is when The Greatest was using it to weigh Meaty's pine wood derby car.
But The Greatest must not have felt weighing yarn was such an ordinary thing because he followed his question with another question.
I explained to him that I was worried about running out of yarn, so I wanted to see how much yarn I had used, and how much yarn I still had left.
I had used about 100 grams. I was over half-way through the body. I had 160 grams of yarn left. On paper I should be just fine. I had way more weight total than the pattern called for. But I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I'm going to run out of yarn when I knit the sleeves.
He agreed I should be fine.
I told him "Well, I really won't know until I know. Then I'll know."
And isn't that how life goes.
You don't really know how things are going to go.
Until you know.
Then you know.
If only I could be as zen about other aspects of my life as I am with my knitting.