Knitting this sock is like sitting by the Caribbean (or so I imagine). It’s warm and bright and oh-so-blue. Crown Mountain Farms Sock Hop yarn is extra-extraordinary. The day may be damp, dreary and chilly, but who cares when I have this to work on?
I’ve been doing lots of not knitting this week. I accomplished the next phase of my life reorganization. I didn’t start out thinking of it this way, but it’s become a real overhaul. After moving, shifting, shoving, and tossing for most of yesterday, I now have more open, uncluttered space in this little home than I’ve had for the seven years I’ve lived here. It feels wonderful. There are still piles and boxes and baskets all over the place, but now I can take my time and go through each one. They’re just the little parts of the big picture.
When I walked into my apartment this afternoon it felt peaceful. Not busy, not overwhelming. Restful. I spend every day in very busy surroundings. It’s not just active and loud; the bookstore is also visually busy. There’s nothing to rest your eyes on, because all those books and lights and things are practically vibrating. It’s energizing, for the most part, but I’d begun to crave something at home that I wasn’t getting.
It’s coming now. I’m making it happen. Slowly, perhaps. But slow and steady wins the race!
Not Plain Jane 