For all the knitting I've done, I should be just about finished with the back of Oblique! But no. Here you see an up-to-the-minute progress shot -- about four inches of knitting. I'm just about to begin a gentle decrease to the waist.
First I was having problems with the left-leaning lace part, then a little bit with the right -- okay, a lot. For various reasons, I ripped and re-knit that section countless times. When I'm challenged by the knitting, reading, understanding and following the pattern, I always think what good exercise it is for my brain -- a little Alzheimer's prevention (though what it does for overall sanity is still in question).
I was finally humming along last night, in the groove -- YEAH, this is GOOD! -- and at about six inches, I checked the pattern and discovered that decreases should have started at four. I practiced deep breathing while I held in it my lap for a bit, contemplating the difference that two inches would make in an already long sweater. If my legs were longer... maybe. If I wanted a sweater-coat... maybe. And the yarn. Would the yarn hold out? I've already created a problem for myself regarding the yarn.
In November, I read Stephanie's post entitled Three Things and I haven't been able to get Thing Three off my mind. I've been fascinated by Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton and the way she prepared -- or didn't prepare -- and held her yarn while knitting. I'd made a comment on that post:
... I can't decide whether it's refined -- because she, herself, seems so very -- or more primitive in nature. I am almost tempted to try it and see how I feel.
Yeah, I decided to try it. Starting with a patterned cardigan just before Christmas maybe wasn't so wise in a house with three kids, three cats and one dog -- in any combination, at any given time -- all wanting, at any given time, to be let in or out or be fed. Perhaps I should have started with a small project -- a hat or mittens. Ripping and re-doing with the occasional jumping up to answer the phone or the door added even more
tangles knots interest. I ended up with a bit of a mess, which I've untangled as well as I could before cutting off a tangled wad of unknown length of probably going to be needed at some point (I'll worry about that later) yarn.
How did I feel? I did feel rather refined, but not very relaxed. You know what, though? I'm going to try again. I know to be more mindful. Holding the yarn that way rather epitomizes the way I want to feel when I knit -- I want to feel loose and relaxed, unrushed and (hopefully) untangled. I like it, and I like that I have to think about it.
Back to Oblique... I also discovered that I'd made a big flub in the middle lace section, and ended up ripping out the whole thing to the ribbing and starting over. I think I'm on track now. Argh! The lace is kicking this cable girl's butt!
It snowed for much of the day yesterday. This is the view out the kitchen window this morning. We still need to shovel. There wasn't a lot of wind with this storm, for a change, so the snow stuck nicely to the branches and trees. It is so very fluffy, white and bright -- it would be blinding if the sun were shining.
Thanks for all the good wishes for our health. That was one amazing little bug. It was almost like being possessed for a day, it came and went so quickly, and with hardly a trace left behind! My theory is that it all began with Mack and a play-date he had just before Christmas, but that little Addison was the carrier. It seems that the people who smooched on him the most -- or who smooched on those who smooched -- were the ones who got sick.
Thank goodness for the weekend!! I have to work on Monday, but then I have off on New Year's Day and then my "regular" day off on Wednesday. I'm amused by thinking of it as a one-day work week. Hm, why yes, I am easily amused.