Curmudgeonly

You know how sometimes you do things that bug you but you don't seem to change it?   You just sort of work and are bugged by it?  No?  Well I do.

See that ball of yarn?  Harumphhhhhh.  It happens when I frog and restart and don't do the sensible thing and get my ball winder.  I never minded when I had a yarn bowl.  You could pop it into it and just let it roll.  Without a bowl, the darn thing just rolls around and defeats you.  As you can see, I have adapted.  I just need a holder and I roll off as bit when I need to.  But it bugs the heck out of me.  

Sensible people would go get a kitchen bowl and stop whining.  I am not sensible.  I think I must like whining.  Curmudgeonly.  I have gone curmudgeonly.  
 

My knitting

When I rose yesterday, my hands did not feel like knitting the blue yarn.  It's as if all the things I find special about it, suddenly overwhelmed me.  I tried knitting a couple times but my heart wasn't in it.

Time to change projects.

I picked up my London Fog sweater and gave that a go.  Much better.  

Isn't that gorgeous?

It's starting to look like something.  A sweater I hope.  There are only a couple inches to go till the armhole split.  I love the rustic feel of the blue yarns but I also love the cozy soft of this yarn.  I am going to have to do some dishcloth knitting or weaving very shortly and I am looking forward to knitting with the cotton again.  I already have some linen ready to knit a summer top.  There aren't and yarns I don't like, corded fibres that I dont think about knitting with.  If I thought that Keith would put it up I would absolutely knit a fence.  If my hands could take it that is.  

I simply love the feel of string things running through my hands. It fills me and feeds my soul in ways that nothing else ever has.  Someone once said that they supposed it was a decent past time.  I remember how angry I felt that they would say that and think that.  I felt deeply insulted and indescribably hurt that what was like breathing to me was passed off as a 'past time'.    

My knitting is so much more.  The way an artist needs to paint or sculpt or make.  It's the way a musician has music spilling out of them even when music is the farthest thing from their minds.  It's the burning need to do whatever it is.   

I have to knit.  Even when I am not knitting it fills my head and soul.  It lives in every little corner of me, even the dark ones.  I wish I had found it sooner in my life, but I don't regret that I didn't.  I am just glad that I found it.  

In the Heat of the Night?

I got up early today.  It was warm and my usually cozy morning bed was uncomfortable.i went to shower and as I prepped, I thought wow, it's warm in here.  The furnace started up and I felt that it was too hot to breathe.  I texted Keith and asked if it was just me having a hot flash.  He was just noticing the heat too.  The heat was verging into holy batman territory and the shower I took was a very cool one.  Meanwhile Keith got up to find that the front door had popped open just a crack.  There was a nice little ridge of snow standing where the door ought to have been so Keith felt it couldn't have been open for too long.  No snow had come inside.  This house shifts a lot, so our front door is locked day and night. We had a delivery midday and Keith forgot to lock it after that and at some point, the wind popped it open.  As for me, I am finally feeling comfortable.  But that was how my morning started.  

I spent the day knitting yesterday and made good progress.

I've been using a progress keeper lately, particularly at this point in garments.  This part can feel as if no matter how many hours I knit it never gets any longer.  It was getting me down.  Sometime last fall, I put in a progress keeper on a garment and it helped.  If I can do an inch a day, I will be satisfied.  It isn't the several and more inches I used to be able to do but then, my hands are older now.  This will do.

More blue knitting today.  All of it good.  

Gee whiz.  I am starting to feel chilly now.  I need a heavier sweater.