The Muse and me, that is.
Almost a week without knitting. I'm sure that's a good part of why I've felt so cranky the past few days; fiber is the second most addictive substance in the world, the first being oxygen. At least for those of us who are not-green and rootless.
Rootless. That's kindof how I've been feeling. The beading has been most pleasant. I have a spot about 4 inches square that is beaded within an inch of its life. And a whole lot of framed silk lying fallow at the moment.
I think I may have found a knitting project. http://gonnapurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/scarf-patterns.html The Wavy Razor Shell Scarf, up at the top. It's fixin' to be a long and quite possibly difficult day. And I feel rather unprepared for it. But if there is some unfrogged knitting when I close my eyes tonight, I'll call the day a success.
Film at 11 [tomorrow].
About Me
- Lynn
- Eleven years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.
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Yes, you must knit to keep your sanity. Especially if you have to get up at 00-dark-hundred hours.
Love the razor shell scarf - go for it. Loved your description of the beading adventure too - still have to try that enemy terrain myself. Best of all I liked your furniture-hunting expedition - right after my own heart. If you ever see another folding rocking chair out there, keep it for me, will you?
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