The Yarn Harlot does take time away from her knitting to provide observations, meditations, reflections, and rants to soothe and delight the knitter’s unraveled soul.

Like golfing, fishing, and gardening, knitting is an obsession. It’s an activity fraught with guilt, annoyance, over-optimism, sly deception, and compulsion, along with passionate occasions of creative enlightenment. Not forgetting heaps of yarn you truly think you’ll knit someday.

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee totally understands. In this about At Knit’s End: Meditations for females Who Knit AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF hilarious collection of tangled reflections, she presents ample reassurance for anybody who has ever considered, ‘Am I by itself in my own mania?’ Casting off with some of her preferred quotations, she muses on why it’s impossible to knit too much, how many calorie consumption knitting melts away (about ninety one hour, not counting the excess for retrieving your ball of yarn from beneath the couch), so when it’s alright to stalk a man in the supermarket (not because he’s good-looking, but because he’s wearing an Aran sweater you intend to know how to knit).

The first rung on the ladder toward recovery gets help-and having a good laugh at your compulsion. At Knit’s End can be a wicked and wickedly funny fix for any knitter.