I had to get tough on myself this past weekend. I sorted through my yarn – stash, donate-ables (there wasn’t much) and unfinished-ables. My head has been a tangle (pun intended) of knitting conundrums and I needed a good organizing to clear it up. I wound and rewound some balls on my favourite contraption – that toy is paying for itself in free therapy, cleaned the crumbs and crayons from my project bag, and sat myself down to complete some of the unfinished projects.
I mostly finished (minus blocking and and buttons) the Plain Vest, added the button to the colorimetry, messed around with a mitten that will not match its partner, finished a gift, and nearly cast off on a blooming puerperium. Phew.* (Forgive me if you can’t follow those Ravelry links.)
Now I’ve got sleeves to add to Red Boy’s Blue Raglan and then I get to start something new.
When I haven’t been tackling my woolly addiction I’ve found a few minutes to continue reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Tonight, though, as I was fiddling with wool in the basement I pulled out my Grandpa’s old copy of Tennyson’s poems. Maybe I should pick up poetry more often – I found it just the thing for a tired mind.
*That may sound like bragging but I needed that pick-me-up.
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joining with Ginny for yarn along