The past months have brought a lot of good, yet hectic, change in my life and the life of my family. So much change that I haven't had much time for knitting. Here and there I've found a few minutes, but not much more than that. But two nights ago I started a pair of socks and haven't looked back.
I LOVE THIS. (If it shows as sold out, we will continue to dye more so check back.) It has reminded me of what I love about knitting. It gives my mind the chance to stop thinking about our big move and about James' starting third grade. Or how Henry just keeps growing and growing and I no longer have a baby.
Instead I think about tiny stitches and how this one looks a bit green, but the next one has flecks of amber. And I get to think about how I can't wait til I finish this row and the colors changes from purple to saffron. Or how I dropped a stitch a few rows back but it's easily fixable, unlike most of the problems we encounter in our life. Thank goodness knitting is there for me. Every room in my home may be full of boxes. Every item I need in the kitchen may be packed away. But I have sticks and string to help me meditate on what's important.
And I have a house that's brimming with love and smiles. And a bit too much talk about disgusting boy things. But you'll have that.