All excellent words, having nothing whatsoever to do with knitting. They come to my collector’s mind through the usual way: reading about one thing leads me down a completely different path. I end up wandering in the land of logorrhea.
I have loved many words in my time – from albatross to xenophobe, with a defenestration tossed in for fun. Why paws to use this hoary trope? There is no critical punctum here; simply a tasty trifle to waste a minute, expand the brain and distract the reader’s attention from the fact that I’ve got nothing to show in the way of same socks progress.
My knitting will is gone with the (shoulder) whinge.