Oh, Mystery Stole 3! You have you wrapped in your lacy web of gossamer gorgeousness...I am completely enchanted with you and would knit only you. You alone.
Unfortunately, I only get 50 rows of you each week. Where are you the rest of the time? Are you cheating on me with someone brave enough to use beads? I can change! If only I could have all of you. Then I would be complete. Or you would be complete. Either way, the waiting would be over.
So while I pine for you, I must distract myself. This bamboo sock means nothing to me. Nothing, I say! You can tell that by how little it has progressed in our time apart.
And this blue stripy thing? Just a little stocking stitch to pass the time. It means nothing to me, I swear!
I keep trying new things to get you out of my mind. Perhaps a book to sway me from your hold. Or something new to take the edge off...
In my heart, I know that there is you and no other. At least until early September when the stars promise to ease my yearning.