It’s just August. There’s no other explanation. All is well, and then all is not. I’m in no mood for any of it, and then I can take whatever comes my way. The weather is thick and the air is sour, then it thins and sweetens, and I throw open the windows and inhale till I am about to burst. Up, down … sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. Where is that Mary-Chapin Carpenter CD?
I finished my test pair of Tilt and Whirl socks, down to the last little kitchener-ed toe. Have I mentioned how much I love Nona for posting her Kitchener Epiphany? Simple, effective, brilliant.
So now I would like to move on. I have socks on the needles — beautiful blue-purple socks, socks I want to finish soon. I’m working on more sock designs, too. I have scarves — two interesting scarves. However. But. I have some new yarn, and I want to start something. Starting a new project will satisfy me in ways that I’m not sure I can explain. It’s complicated.
It’s August, the hardest month of the whole year for me. Work is a non-stop roller-coaster ride from the 1st right through Labor Day, and this year it already promises to be the biggest, fastest, scariest ride ever. My days off are spent recovering from the intensity of the store, but anything I plan do out in the world will throw me into the middle of the fray, the craziness of August in a beach resort full of people with too much money to spend and not enough common sense or courtesy.
So I figure out ways to stay home and make my place a small sanctuary, if only for those two precious days each week when I do not have to be in the middle of everything, riding the roller-coaster. Here at home it is silent, unless I add noise. I don’t even have a CD player at the moment (so Mary-Chapin Carpenter must be heard in the car). I watch less television than usual, because even that is too much sometimes. When the AC is on it’s loud, but at least it’s white noise, and that’s good.
Wow, I make it sound like I’m under siege. That’s not the case. I’m stretched thin by necessity and circumstance, and I need to preserve the bits of peace and quiet that I do get to have, so I hibernate with my knitting and my Annabelle. I make sure that I won’t lose my mind this month — because really, it’s just a month, and it passes.
So back to that knitting that I want to start. This isn’t the time to stick to a plan or follow through on a list of priorities. It’s the best time, if ever there was one, to follow a whim or swing with a mood. I think I will wind a skein of Fearless Fibers sock yarn (should it be Sublime, or Blue Rain?) and start knitting Anne Hanson’s Delicato Mitts. I should have enough left over to make a pair of socks, or even a little scarf.
I have to go now. I’m kind of excited!
Not Plain Jane 