I’m hoplessly, happily caught in a tilting tangle of Blue Faced Leicester.
I breathe, dream, live for this knitting. It is with me in spirit all through the day, even as I enter orders, or rearrange books, or help customers. If I’m smiling, it’s likely that I’m thinking of my Tilting Block Shawl.
It whispers to me, I know it does. It has a seductive voice, soft and low. I must knit in the morning, two rows before work. I never knit in the morning before work.
I must knit all evening, no matter what else needs to be done. One night last week (it was Tuesday, I think) I could not knit at all because I was too tired to do anything but sit.
I missed it, though, so I sat with the shawl in my lap.
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Thanksgiving was lovely. Judy and I achieved Turkey Perfection. And Potato, and Stuffing, and Vegetable, and Dessert Perfection.
And we had fun, too. I’m so blessed to be a part of J’s family, to share not just the holidays but the daily life, too. When I can’t be in the middle of my own tribe, it’s nice to be able to be in the middle of hers.
Having to go to work the next day, and begin the holiday shopping season, wasn’t easy, but the weekend went well. The staff survived, we had almost all the right books, and the customers seemed happy. This next month will be awfully busy at the bookstore, but I should be used to it after all these years, shouldn’t I?
I have two wishes for everyone reading this:
First, that you had the best Thanksgiving ever; and
Second, that you, too, are in love with what’s on your knitting needles.
Not Plain Jane 