And a lucky, lucky knitter! This is the Sock Hop yarn that was my prize in Teyani’s blog contest. It’s called “Blue Suede Shoes.” Not only do I get to make a pair of socks with this coveted yarn, but I can now see how the roving I’m spinning compares. I think I’m doing okay, on both counts.
So I made it home on Sunday evening, safe and sound. Annabelle didn’t even give me the usual cold shoulder! There were so many interesting kitty scents on my bags that she was a little busy. I’d spent a day on Maryland’s Eastern Shore with K, who has three cats. We talked and knitted and had the best time — thank you, K and R! I came home with lots of ideas and inspiration, and some sock yarn, too. K and I traded some bits and balls of yarn, and I’m pretty sure I got more than I gave. I’ll fix that one of these days…
K has just finished a beautiful sweater out of this alpaca yarn. He made Elsebeth Lavold’s Aud from the Viking Knits Collection. It’s stunning. That’s all I can say. He’s got a pretty serious cashmere addiction going on, too. You know, it’s a wonderful thing to see a knitter’s eyes light up as they talk about yarn and what they want to knit with it.
I made a little progress on a couple of things, but not enough to show you. I’m about to finish the sock I was knitting on my trip, and I worked a bit on this ongoing, neverending scarf, but that’s it. I got to have a little visit with my friend V, and we talked Life and Parents and Fiber and such. She’s making some delightful handspun crocheted hats, sweet sturdy round shapes that she makes up as she goes along.
Re-entry has been strange — where am I, and what day is it? I’m happy to be home and back to my regular life, even though it involves making my own coffee and my own bed. My mother continues to improve in the little ways that mean she will be allowed to go home soon. Although we know that this setback was just one more in the long, inevitable string of setbacks, we’re trying to be relatively positive about it. What else is there to do, after all?
Today is one of those brilliant, blinding days that says it’s Spring, but reminds me that our Spring is always very slow to unfold. The trees haven’t begun to swell, the bulbs are nowhere to be seen, and though the sun is warm the temperature isn’t. I’ll still enjoy it, though. It’s my day off!
Not Plain Jane 