A couple of days ago, when Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and ran back to the burrow, I felt the cold chill of six unwanted weeks of winter settling in my bones.
The cure? I started knitting a scarf. That's right. I'm knitting again. I haven't touched the needles since I finished Kate's scarf, almost a year ago. And, I have to say, I haven't missed them.
Yet, on Groundhog's Day, I got the knitting urge. And here's the fascinating thing: When I picked up the yarn and the needles, my fingers knew what to do. I had forgotten, but they remembered. I cast on with no trouble, and took off knitting.
Make your next six weeks fly by: Pick up an old creative talent, one you haven't used for a bit. It may be more fun than you remember!