it’s a funny sort of mood that i have found.
i’m in a nick drake sort of space. but not in the blue monkey sort of way. but in the quiet, thoughtful way.
i am not motivated to knit the gull stitch cardigan (i’m still on the back, because i got bored waiting for the armscyes to pass… have 3 more inches before neck shaping). i’m really not motivated to work on mr. pants’ scarf either.
and because i’m a big fat liar, i bought a skein of cherry tree hill supersock in peacock. and am knitting 2 toe-up stockinette socks and not really hating it at all. see, the problem with me and socks is that i really really WANT to want to knit socks. i want to love the process. and the genesis of this desire is that i am in love with sock yarn. i want to make socks that are goregeous and handknit and lacey and cabley and ribbed. i love eye of partridge and dutch heel flaps. i love figure-8 cast ons and short row heels. but why don’t i love sock knitting? i dunno.
mr. pants is going to be working millions of hours a week for the next few months (millions of hours is around 85-90), when coupled with the distance, means time in each others’ presence will be few and far between, but that much more rare and lovely, like a wild bird.