I want to talk to you about knitting, which hasn’t been very present on this blog this month, but has indeed been happening intermittently throughout. It just stays hidden in the background, clung to desperately during those few quiet moments I have to myself. It has been the time to reclaim my sanity in a rather bustling world.
I bound of Rosarian today. I tried it on. And even unblocked, it is beautiful.
It looks weird right now – undulating stitches with no definition. I’m going to block the heck out of it tonight, but for now it remains a ridiculously soft mass of springy fiber that is secretly something amazing.
I’m back to the socks now. Don’t be alarmed. I stopped because they seemed a bit small, so I waited until I could try them on the feet of their intended, which I was able to do last weekend. I was so wrapped up in Rosarian, though, that picking up the sock was torture. Now, it is calming. Strange how that transition happens.
Things have been stirring around here, and I’m happy to report that the audition proved fruitful. I have been doing a three day giggly happy dance over here, followed closely by the extreme paranoia and “Oh, crap, I’m really moving across country.”
I drive on Friday! Next post from the road!