Sometimes You Need to Make Your Own Rainbow

I was in a bit of a dark place yesterday afternoon.  I have a pretty good idea why, but I couldn’t figure out what to do about it.  Those slumps are hard places to be, and harder to get out of.  I was about to head over to a friends house for the evening but contemplating calling it off.  I wasn’t feeling up for socializing.  There was a little voice in the back of my mind – a tiny, squeaky thing that I can ignore most of the time – but it was telling me that right then, in the state I was in, I needed to go out and be with friends, more than anything else.  So, I wanted a piece of knitting to take with me that was mindless, quick, and happy – something that take me out of the dark place.  Then I remembered this really stellar yarn a friend gave me, and dove into the stash to find it.

A few false starts later, and I was knitting away at what I hoped would turn into some sort of cowl.  This yarn is ridiculously soft and squishy.  The fuzz is fantastic and fun, but doesn’t get everywhere which makes it amazing in my book.  The colors are incredible – so vivid and eyecatching.  This was the only ball I had and it did not come with a ball band.  If I knew what it was, I would run out to every store possible and buy it up.  I want to hoard this colorful, soft stuff for my rainy days – make a roomful of pillows to plop down in when I feel like crying because there is no way to cry on something so beautiful.

Turns out, I needed a rainbow – so I made one.

About these ads