Today, things are going well. The sun is shining, and I spent some time napping on our deck listening to the wind in the trees. It was such a peaceful and pleasant day, a day that feeds the soul.
Of course, there was yarn involved in this day, too. I didn’t achieve much, but just moved in and out of my fiber world as the mood moved me. First, I looked at Berrocco’s pattern Dickens and thought about buying yarn for it. Lo and behold, I found just what I needed in my stash. Having a few things going that I’ve promised myself I would finish soon, I didn’t cast on — maybe I should have but it felt right that I didn’t.
After my sunny nap, I moved to the hand-painted scarf on my loom and finished a few more inches. I want to whip through it and see it in its final glory, but I am taking my time to make it as good as I can. It has been a trial, just like this past year. Warping took too much time and learning; the warp was disturbed and tangled; the first foot of warp was lost. It is going along well now, so I am doubly thankful that it survived.
Next, I moved into my stash again, searching for a yarn for my LYS’s next knit-along. I’m hoping to use half the yarn for the shawl from my stash — it seems a shame to buy more when I already have some to use. I found just the right skein for one part and will see if buying the second yarn will satisfy the requirements.
I also put together my weaving and spinning guild’s newsletter. The articles and notices went together like puzzle pieces, all fitting in nicely. I enjoy the newsletter job and it keeps me involved with the guild. Sometimes I can’t attend the meetings, but this job can still be done from home.
My fiber art endeavors are just as active as ever and I really do like to keep a record on my blog. I refer to it often. I have tried to post a few times, but it is strange to go so long and then start back up as if no time has passed and nothing has changed– but that’s what I’ll do whenever I can manage. My dear husband and I are carrying on well in spite of the shadow of his illness. There is still much hope, so we have learned to be calm and accepting as much as possible. And we carry on.