flight into folly

i have stood,

teetering on the precipice,

with my thoughts running hot and cold

(should i learn double knitting or should i not?)

mentally plucking off imaginary daisy petals one by one for quite some time now.

i have multiple patterns

queued that

all require this skill

and it was this bag pattern

that finally toppled me firmly

into the ‘must learn’ camp.

still, i was stalling

feeling fearful

of what

the

result might be if i

didn’t immediately

master the technique.

(i am, btw, a bit of a perfectionist, which i mention just in case you hadn’t noticed.)

so i formulated

a seemingly foolproof plan.

i would choose two yarns whose

contrast was so minimal that mistakes

(of which i expected there to be quite a few)

wouldn’t be glaringly noticeable.  sheer genius, see?

but, after getting through 2 or 3 rounds of the colorwork i noticed,

much to my dismay,

the shades blending so very well

that although i didn’t see the mistakes

i also couldn’t quite see which stitches i had gotten right. sigh.

now it’s time for pulling it all out and getting back to the beginning

which is, i fear, the dreaded provisional cast on.

if at first you don’t succeed, buy more yarn and try, try again.

‘fearfully’ taken from 139:14 of psalms.

where’s the love?

i love stockinette

stitch, always have.

there’s something about

the repetition of the stitches

(especially in the round so it’s all knits)

that soothes my muscles and quiets my head.

this week i’ve been bearing down hard on a new stockinette stitch project

and finding myself inexplicably, dare i say it, bored.

this is confusing, particularly since i’ve been

looking forward to getting back

to my partial cardigan

which is absolutely

stockinette stitch.

how’s that work?

go figure.

but, as i daily alter even the smallest of our routines

adjusting to newly being a family of 6 (no longer 5)

i am overjoyed and truly exhausted.

i think that’s the real issue.

my precious stockette

is so soothing that

it’s lulling me

almost to

sleep.

guess i’m not bored after all,

just tired.

whew.

i much prefer tired.

at least it’s something

that i am very,

very familiar

with.

‘familiar’ taken from 139:3 in the psalms.