Spring is a tough season for me. I was thinking it was just this spring but as I think back there have been others. Back in college I would take a blanket and a stack of library books and lie out on the bit of grass that was behind the apartment I rented and try to escape into fiction. All around things are happening -- waking up from the slumbers of winter...and I wasn't quite ready to jump in.
The past few months I haven't knit much -- there is a 2nd sock to the one last pictured with a glass of pinot noir that just needs 4 more rows or so on the toe. There is a cabled swatch for the aran sweater I need to make to march in the St Pat's Parade in Pittsburgh next year (along with the March 17 post about that which I still haven't completed). There is a baby kimono from Mason Dixon Knitting that is half finished. All kinds of i-cord edgings for sweaters I am designing for the nieces. But mostly nothing gets more than a few rows before I am distracted. I think about knitting things but not much actual knitting gets done. Additionally, I have been missing late night and other knitting gatherings due to the end of the year meetings at work -- tons and tons of stuff in the evenings.
I hadn't been cooking much either although I seemed to be printing off loads of recipes from food blogs. I guess I was eating out a lot although it certainly doesn't seem like it but veggies were turning to mush in the crisper. Then a picnic for a lovely trip to Wolf Trap Prefoming Arts Center led me to find my cooking mojo. I have been going through stacks of recipes sitting on the end of the counter in the "to try" pile. I can hardly wait until Liz starts One Local Summer.
My knitting mojo can't be too far behind.
that I won back in November in a contest that Julie was having. I balled it up and cast on with a picot edge and meant to post sooner but look --a sock
