Dear Mystery Stole,
I feel like we've had a couple of dates, and while I like the idea of our relationship at a macro level, I'm just not sure that we are meant for each other. Something keeps going wrong, and it's not you, it's me. Really. I just don't have the time for this relationship right now.
I can't see the big picture, and since I don't like surprises, so you can see that we were starting off on shaky footing.
The foundation of our relationship also wasn't the greatest. The second try with the Knit Picks yarn worked much better, but then the beads didn't really match, or help to fancy you up at all. So what was the point? I spilled and picked the beads up from the carpet one too many times.
Yes, on Sunday morning, I packed all of you and your accoutrements up in a plastic bag, and cleaned off the coffee table for the first time in days. Because you'd really taken over the living room. All the swatches, beads, charts, post-its for keeping my place... swept up in one swoop. I felt so much better without you hanging around cluttering up my chi, or psyche, or whatever you call it. It was time for a break.
I'll look forward to seeing you with other people, out there in the internets. There are plenty of knitters in the sea. We'll check in with each other on occasion. If you see me in a restaurant or theater lobby, please stop and say hello. But you deserve someone better than me!