A Mind at Rest

I picked up the dark grey yarn on Friday and started a thing.  Since then I've been wondering, endlessly debating inside my head if it was right.  

It is and I like it.  It's Mrs. Hunter's pattern, an old Shetland stitch.  I am still not quite sure exactly how this is going to go, but I am comfortable now, with wherever it wanders. However, the sweater was not why I am feeling really good about my choice.  

I visited with some local friends via Zoom on Sunday morning.  It was lovely.  I needed something easy to knit on, so I pulled out the Hacho sweater.  

I'm on the body now and it should be easy visiting knitting but my hands felt disconnected from it and clumsy. Plus I still felt unsettled and squirmy inside.  The knitting was not soothing even with some great company.  

I pulled out my knitting biggest guns.  They always work.  

I couldn't find the bag I wanted in the WIPs bin, so I pulled a sock from the big bag o' sock yarn which always seems to be nearby.

It was magic.  As I knit, a little miracle happened and calm rose within me.  I relaxed and felt right with my world and my hands connected with my knitting.  And that is what I worked on the rest of the day.  At the start of the day it was an inch plus the toe.  Now I am starting to feel like I might just finish another pair before the end of the year.  It's a delicious knit.  I am so enamoured with the marled red and grey.  It is being knit with two strands of whatever yarn was in the bottom of the big bag o' yarn.  They are all leftovers with no particular purpose, that never made it out of the bag.  The fabric is thick and cushy and it makes me feel Christmassy, and not Christmassy at the same time.

My mind is at rest and I am eager to knit and knit and knit.  Life is pretty great.