On Saturday morning I woke up at 4:45 am, and started my day swearing for 15 minutes about the outrageous lack of intelligence I’d shown the day before. Friday was Joe’s 45th birthday, and inspired by what I can only assume was my remarkable love for him, I’d thrown him a dinner with his family, without really stopping to think that a) that’s sixteen people b) I had an early morning flight to Maine. The whole thing was lovely, and worth it, as long as you don’t care even one little bit about sleep.
I got up at 5, put the stuff I needed into my suitcase, realized that I hadn’t planned my knitting very well. I’d finished the cowl, I hadn’t decided how to fix Joe’s socks, and at the last minute I panicked, grabbed a sock out of some self striping stuff I’d cast on the day before, and I was off. (I am still totally in love with all self patterning yarn. All of it. I don’t care who knows it.)
I knit all weekend long. I knit on the plane, I knit on my layover in Newark
I knit while Mim, the lovely owner of Over the Rainbow Yarns drove me from Portland to Rockland, Maine, although I admit that the scenery was distracting. Darn but Maine is a pretty State.
I knit while I waited to speak to a room full of lovely knitters –
and my sock was by my side when I saw Colleen’s amazing knitted Canada Quilt (Details at that Rav link. Pretty impressive original work of art.)
(She’s a genius. I think we can all agree.) I had a little knit the next morning before I taught at the shop (bright and lovely students, all of them)
and I had a little knit after. Yesterday, I knit all the way home, and halfway here:
I had socks.
Pattern, my basic socks from Knitting Rules . Yarn: Opal Sweet and Spicy 6756 (plum)
That’s a few days for a pair of socks, that are too big for me, and I was delighted. It means I’m picking up speed for Christmas. (Lets not talk about how many pairs remain to be knit. I’m feeling good.)