The other morning I was making my favorite iced coffee, just casually pouring the coffee into the frothed milk (I like to make the milk frothy, and I have one of those little gizmos that does it), and look what happened! A glass of caffeinated love! A barrista moment! I couldn’t do it again if I tried.
I’m making good progress on my Boxleaf shawl, but a new photo would look just like the one I posted before. I don’t know how many stitches I have on the needles at this point, or how many I’ll end up with, but boy, those rows are getting long. I used to be able to do an entire ten-row repeat in one sitting, but not any longer. I have to remember to mark my place, but it’s also pretty easy to find my place if I lose it. I’m going to knit until I get close to running out of yarn, and 500 yards will make a nice shawl.
I’d like to be almost finished with the shawl in time to start the Knitter’s Review knitalong for Amy’s Hedgerow Mitts, which starts on June 15. The pattern is based on my socks, and I love it. Amy and I talked about it last year, Clara loved the idea and encouraged her to do it, and the pattern made its debut on May 28. I’m thrilled for Amy, and I can’t wait to get started on my first pair! They’ll be in a beautiful red shade of Alexandra from Spirit Trail Fiberworks.
Though I’ve settled into my skin a bit more since my last post, I’m still finding new ways to think about my life with cancer. It’s summer at the bookstore, so a day doesn’t go by without my seeing someone I haven’t seen in months, or even a year. It’s not easy, but I’m getting used to having small conversations about myself with people who are sweet and kind and concerned. I’m not used to sharing much more than book recommendations with my customers, so I’m developing ways to share a little bit of my experience to reassure these lovely people — yes, I have been sick, but yes, I am on my way to being well. Thank goodness I’ve practiced here!
Annabelle had the best idea for this sunny, breezy Sunday — a nice nap in the window, and a bit of a bath. Now, however, she would like her supper. I can’t turn her down. Besides, she won’t let me forget what time it is!
Have a wonderful week, everyone. Thank you for coming here, and thank you for all your kind, interesting, and uplifting comments and emails. I don’t know if I’d be traveling forward (or upright, for that matter) if I were on this road all by myself.
Not Plain Jane 
