“If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~ Shel Silverstein
As you know I’m learning to knit as part of my rehabilitation after a stroke. The crazy thing is, it’s becoming such a deep enjoyment and fascination I wonder why I never did this before! Since I finished my first project (that beanie) I’ve begun a couple more — yes, I’m actually knitting more than one project at a time. To begin one of the new projects I had to purchase a larger size needle and am loving them so much. Who knew the feel of a larger wooden needle could actually feel comforting in the hand. These new needles also make it easier to knit; the small diameter needles (below) make a project quite a challenge, which of course is good for fine tuning my fine motor skills 🙂
I’m also realizing that, although I’m anxious to knit a fancy schmantzy cable project (likely an afghan but maybe just a scarf), I really do like the simplicity of plain old garter stitch. That shouldn’t surprise me because I tend to gravitate to the simpler things in life anyway. Although I still have yarn (provided by the class) leftover from my first project to use up, I have only purchased solid colour yarn for my other projects. I much prefer solid colour yarn to that mottled stuff. See, my preferences are piling up as quickly as projects I want to accomplish.
This small patch of knitting in rich brown is the Downton Hat I am working on. The pattern is easy enough to follow but my stitches are so small and so are the needles that it’s a real challenge. For that reason I can only work on it in bright daylight. I mention this is a Downton hat but the crazy thing is, I have never watched a single episode of Downton Abbey. I simply love the style of the hat.
When I’m knitting, I forget the reason I took it up in the first place. Sitting in a comfy chair, wearing slippers and stretchy pants, I get into a rhythm. My project grows as I knit, and the resulting fabric feels as soft and warm as a kitten on my lap. Alone with my thoughts, the distant hum of the washing machine, one of the dogs sighs, hubby working on crosswords, and all is right with the world.
PS: I love reading your warm and lovely comments. I apologize for being so slow in sending you a reply. I DO send a personal reply to every single comment — thank you for being patient waiting for a return note from me.