Home from a slow wander around the north east of England and the north of Scotland in Vanda. I got virtually no knitting done to speak of and hardly managed to finish a book. Where did the time go? I watched a lot of waves, saw a lot of swifts and swallows, ate some very good food, had a few medicinal drams and hung out with my best friend and lover (and luckily, husband) – and felt myself relaxing to the tips of my idle fingers.
I was back for a whole week when i developed a horrible pain in my back – seems to be a touch of spinal arthritis – and I’m now hurting and disabled again. Which, friends, was not supposed to be part of the script. My knee is absolutely fine by the way (of course).
I have a university degree starting in a couple of weeks that requires me to cast off the last 30 or so years and get back to ‘studenting’ again. It won’t be easy if I have to do it with back pain, and it won’t be joyful if I have to manage my discomfort. I guess I’ll survive? I have to say that I am kinda fed up of having to work around pain.
Deep breath. Deep cleansing breath.
So I’ve not been doing too much knitting but I have been sewing (even with someone slowly inserting a size 14/US size 0 knitting needle into my back just below my shoulder blade). I made another Mandy boat tee in this seasons favourite shade of yellow, I embroidered a simple design on a red version (largely, I confess, to cover up a stubborn grease stain. I’m sure that Coco Chanel had similar design priorities). And I made some black linen dungarees (I think I mentioned that I was returning to student life – apparently so is my wardrobe). The latter are the Marilla Walker Roberts pattern and I’m very fond of them but they are impossible to photograph so….
And I made a big project/tote/shopping bag. I think its going to be gifted to the person who gave me the fabric as she is very much a fan of the portable knitting project (I prefer to do my knitting in front of the TV).
While mooching about the house and trying to stay mobile (I seem to set like concrete if I sit for too long) I thought that I might start a new project (as you do). I grabbed some yarn from my stash (while pushing a whole heap of project bags to one side). This morning I had second thoughts about the pattern (this scarf/wrap): it’s gorgeous and so is the yarn but size 7mm needles are not too comfy for me right now and I might have enough scarfs and shawls already/on the needles. While putting the pattern away and frogging the knitting, I thought to myself ‘how many projects do I have?’ – my suspicion was too many, so I counted them up. Eleven. yup, that’s way too many. So I grabbed a notebook, and a pen and recorded the embarrassing details – and I am going to institute a one in one out rule until I am back on planet reasonable. Sigh.