my home-buying excuse for not knitting is wearing thin. I’m all moved in, the house is functional and the yarn’s been stashed. it was high time that I start up again. and, yes, I was even dreaming about it.
I was antsy to buy a new book for inspiration (Teva Durham or Debbie New?), but I forced myself to consult one I already owned. I hadn’t spent much time with it, so I decided to crack open Anna Zilboorg’s Knitting for Anarachists.
I wasn’t ready to start swatching out new designs, so I decidedÂ start sleeve2Â of my aran sweater.Â there’s so much to be learned from the classics.Â besides, inspiration always comes quickly when bored by tedium.
Sunday night: I started the ribbing of the cuff. it felt wonderful to be using my hands again. but then bedtime called.
Monday afternoon: after the patriotic festivities (shrimp and basil pasta, corn on the cob and banana cream pudding), out came the knitting bag during our conversation. as you can see, quite a bit more got done.
I’m travelling in two weeks, and I’m not sure what I want to bring with me. Finish this sweater or start something new? once that trip (swim competition) is over, I’ll return to my favorite knitting night at 3DB.
I missed you, sweet wool.