Well not exactly like walking to Mordor. Better, actually, because there are no orcs and I’ve got Netflix, Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered peppermint JoJos, and instant hot chocolate instead of lembas bread.
Ok, the analogy is a stretch, I’ll give you that.
Point is, lots of knitting and purling here. I’ve basically knit my way to Helm’s Deep, ok?
Knocked off another holiday hat, one that will be winging it’s way somewhere for someone’s holiday stocking. 3 ply handspan from my friend Carrie, the ex Funky Carolina, that I’d had sitting around in my stash for years, and alpaca 2 ply from my aunt’s ranch. Really loving my aunt’s alpaca. It’s sturdy and warm, but still soft to the hand. I don’t think I’d wear it right up next to my skin in a sweater, but it’s nice for hats and outerwear!
Pussyhat knitting for the protest on the 21st is progressing nicely. The latest (above) is made of leftover Noro Kureyon and some more of that grey alpaca yarn. A running stitch to make the ears, and it ties off with a cute bow on each side. I’ll be sporting this one on march day. I really love this method of defining the ears, it’s cute, fast, and gives the hat a bit of shape.
I cast on another Honey Cowl last night, because, Honey Cowl knitting is relaxing af and I
need a break from knitting !@#!%&% pussycat hats kind of need that right now. I had these 3 balls of Manos Silk Blend in my stash and you know, it just seemed like a great mix of pattern and yarn.
When I was going through my stash searching for pink yarn, I realized I have SO much yarn. Really nice, luxury fiber, love to play with it, yarn. Stuff that’s a pleasure to work with, stuff that delights the soul with rich color and texture. I like to work with the good stuff. Hundreds (ok if we’re honest maybe thousands) of dollars in yarn and spinning fiber that’s just been… sitting in bins, stashed, for years now. Maybe I thought it was too good, or I shouldn’t use it, I should hoard it and keep it in case there wasn’t ever “enough” of something. I shlepped these bins of yarn around for over a decade in some cases and several moves but I never touched the yarn! Because it was “good.” Because it was my retirement yarn? Fuck if I know. Done with that. It’s here to be used and enjoyed. I’m digging in and enjoying my wonderful stash of yarns before the moths do.
Am I alone with that nonsense or is that something you catch yourself doing too? Buy something nice and then put it away and never use it.
I do it with clothes, too. I’ll buy myself new clothes that are “nice” and then keep wearing the same ratty jeans and tee shirts because I have to keep the “nice” stuff for some unknown, unspecified event that warrants “nice.”
Where does that even come from? It’s ok to enjoy the nice stuff. Be grateful that you have it because tomorrow you may not. Don’t put it off. I know that sounds like a real downer but really. Just, do your living right now, don’t save it for later. To that end, I finally got ’round to hanging up curtains and cleaning up the screened in porch. It’s a bit of a morning sanctuary for me and acts as a catio for the kids, of course. We’ve got bird feeders right out in the trees and they like to hang out there in the sunshine and watch cat cable television. I’ve been putting off fixing it up. There’s still some painting to do on the back wall, and I’d like to put down some carpet squares eventually, but it’s coming along nicely, imo.
It’s okay to exist in nice places, in nice clothes, with nice yarn.