Friday, 27 February 2015

In dreams

I dreamt of knitting for a bit last night and then every other dream I had, had a very fine thread of yarn running across the landscape.  Across hills. In rooms.  Everywhere that fine delicate thread.

I'm dreaming of Vijante and that small ball of mostly green.

  

Thursday, 26 February 2015

With me

Since my journey in knitting began, I have always carried some knitting with me.

At first, I carried all my knitting in a large beer cooler bag.  I still have one that I could use but it is currently storing linen.

After the second of these wore out, I started buying bigger purses and keeping up to 3 projects in my bag at any given time. 

For the last many months, I carried a couple of socks and my Viajante.  And since I have working so diligently at home on Viajante, and with the last scrappy sock completed (they were a 'in my bag' project) the last few weeks, all I have with me is a single pair of socks. 

It does mean that my socks are getting knit on, though, but it isn't very interesting.

I'm going to keep hacking away at it because I really would like these done.  I am not really liking them but they will be socks and will get worn. Even I don't look at my feet. It isn't inspiring knitting though.

My bag knitting, my on the road, going places knitting, is a little grim.  I think my weekend is going to include some searching for some nice yarn to work on something pretty, something light and springlike and fun, that I can keep in my bag and spruce up my day to day knitting.  And I am going to find a much prettier skein of sock yarn for the next pair of socks.

Before I put 3 projects back in the bag, I need to clean out the bag.  Cleaning out my purse.  The weekend is looking up.??

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Perspective.

I'm pretty sure that I had something to say, but now that I sit here to write, I got nothin.

It was about perspective and Stephanie Pearl McPhee's post about what was at her feet.

I think where the post takes me isn't fully thought through yet.  It might be that I will share it and I might not.

In the meantime, knitting on Viajante continues. I watch that little ball shrink.  It shrinks and shrinks.

But it never seems to end.  What's up with that?