I have no idea how to fill the day without knitting. Really I don't. I did some errands, I bought shoes, I put up hangers for seasonal things outside the door. And then what? Well today, this.
They are not the fatastically detailed ones I might want to do someday in the future, but these are more about seeing if I can do a decent job picking up the very very first kind of handwork I ever did, all over again.
I recall a set of yellow ducks with days of the week that my Auntie Lorraine and mom worked on us with. I recall drying dishes with these self same towels. It's a kind of trip down memory lane to a long ago delight.
I'm writing this Tuesday evening before 7 p.m. and the next thing I am going to do is crawl into my bed and read a good book. Maybe Miss Marple and maybe the second volume of the Poldark series. Might even look for a new book for the kobo, but the original plan to knit some more this evening, is just not going to happen.
These hands need rest before I ruin them. Looking forward to the blob being done.