It was a very good knitting weekend. My hands and my heart were on the same wavelength.
The back and part of the right front are done on my Geddy Tee.
Work will happen on that today.
By Sunday morning, I needed to do something else. It wasn't a "I'm sick of you" feeling. It was to prevent that kind of feeling.
This does it every time. I thought about working on some socks but these brilliant colours called my name. It should be noted that the orange and hot pink photographed to look exactly the same. I tried to get some variation but nope. This is what the camera saw even if the top square is part pink and the bottom one is orange.
Last weekend was the Monaco Grand Prix. The racing was great in every way, but it absolutely highlights how I am not the same as the average Joe. They kept doing these long scenic shots of the bay and the mountains and the tiny principality of Monaco at the edge of the sea. Every time they did, I felt nauseous. Seriously nauseous. They kept talking about how beautiful it was but that overly packed humanity, that feeling you could walk across the bay without touching water made me ill. The city with an emptier bay would have been better, but that mass of human engineered stuff...
If I traveled I would go to far places, empty places, not cities but places where you could see and hear the earth breathe. I would go where you could see far. But that is me. I just want to be.
And that is enough of that for the day. Time to sew and knit and clean. I like the first two. The last, not so much. Oh well. At least the laundry is caught up.








