I’m almost to the point of becoming wild-headed and crazed about getting everything done and packed and ready for my trip to Maryland. Almost. When I see the old pattern — circular motion, no progress forward — I stop, do some little pleasurable thing, and then go back to the preparations.
That’s how I managed to spin and ply a skein of yarn this week. It’s Crown Mountain Farms Corriedale pencil roving in Silver Fox. If you need some comfort spinning, this is the stuff for you. There’s not much to do but watch the colors flow past your fingertips, because the roving is so well prepared. I love Teyani’s color ideas, too. I think I’ll end up with yarn that’s almost worsted weight, which is something I rarely spin. It’s soft and bouncy and I can’t wait to see how it feels when it has dried.
In another few bits of spare time, and with a little serendipity, I happened upon String Theory Yarn’s Etsy shop. The scenario: Dum-de-dum, I’ll just browse around, dum-de-dum … Hold on, what’s this?
Silk and Merino in the Sprucehead colorway. I don’t know if you can tell, but it actually shimmers and glows, and it’s different from every angle. Want a closer look? Sure you do.
It’s sort of like dragonfly wings, isn’t it? I have 6 ounces and 750 yards. It’s what you’d call heavy fingering weight, I suppose. I’m thinking about a modified Morning Glory Wrap. Maybe. It would be narrower and shorter, of course, but I think I have enough for a big, big scarf. I’m going to take my time deciding on this one.
Now back to the present: The emotion and anxiety that I’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks has been softened by all the warmth and kindness and encouragement that I’ve received through the blog and from my friends and at work. I am one of those people who is self-conscious about “stuff” like this — like needing a hug, or a word, or a smile. When these things are offered and put right in front of me (or, otherwise shoved in my path), I do accept, though it’s hard to do so without question. I’ll learn, eventually.
Thanks to every single one of you who has forced me to take your good wishes. I’ll pass them along to my mother on Wednesday in the form of a big hug, hours of time together, and much knitting by her side. She is settling in at her temporary home, getting a little more PT every day, and resting up for the duration.
It’s time to get back to it. I love a road trip, but there’s a lot to do. I’ve got new tires on the car, I’ve downloaded Away by Amy Bloom, and I’m close to having the store organized for my absence. I’ve got the hotel reservation, the trail mix, and new pj’s. I have enough knitting in progress to satisfy the whims of at least ten knitters, so that’s no problem. Now I need to clean up around here, or else I’ll be ashamed to have the landlord come up and take care of Annabelle!
Will I be ready to fly down the road at the crack of dawn on Wednesday? I hope so!
Not Plain Jane 