Apologies for the down time there, I meant to write yesterday, but it turned out that I spent the day miserable with a cold, and I couldn’t have given less of a crap that I had a blog. (Try not to take that personally. I didn’t care about much.) I felt truly craptastic all day, and so I rested and drank buckets of tea (may have slipped a little rum into the last one) and when I did anything at all, I knit on the current baby blanket.
When I began this project, I charted out a simple garter stitch lace for the centre of the blanket, and set myself a one-repeat-per-day minimum. This, I thought, was a noble and mighty goal that would get this done well before the baby was anywhere near thinking about arriving. When I had breezed through the centre, I would whip off the border, and dash of the edging. Simple.
I was wrong. One repeat per day is a paltry little dent in the blanket. One repeat laughs in the face of ever finishing. One repeat matters to this blanket the way that casually mentioning to a teenager that their room is a mess matters, which is to say not very much at all.
I realized as I lay there yesterday gazing hopelessly at the blanket, that I am going to have to do at least two repeats per day, maybe three, and I guess I have the cold to thank for giving me the time to sit quietly and have that heartless truth revealed to me. I’m sadly closing the mitten factory, and focusing on the blanket. (I think the mitten pattern will be ready tomorrow, by the way. I’m just agonizing over details.) It’s going to kill me to tidy up the pile of bright yarns and mittens, but I’m determined to be big about it – and I really am happy with the blankie.
I’ll try and get my two (three) repeats of blanket done tonight, but any time I find today is already reserved. Today is Tuesday, and that means it’s for spinning. I’ve got some beautiful BFL roving from Red Oak Farm calling me.
(Sorry, no link for that. I got it at Rhinebeck a few years ago, and a quick google didn’t reveal a url that made sense.) I have no idea yet what I’ll spin it into. I’m going to sit at the wheel and let it reveal its destiny.
Surely it knows what it wants.
Hey! Maybe it wants to be mittens!