Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. Isaac Asimov
Knitting to me is simply thinking through my fingers Chloe
1. Starting a new pattern for the cashmere socks I’m making for my husband. (and son and A, Elle’s Heart of Hearts. I don’t like all the other words they have for more than a boyfriend so i made up my own. And I could not have picked a better heart of hearts for her if I had done the choosing myself. He is wonderful.) (Sweaters for men have that curse. Socks do not.)
2. My daughter gets to pick one of two sweaters and the yarn for it….she gets the sweater in plenty of time to wear it. (tanisfiberarts I Heart Aran in Garnet. It has heart cables up the front because I be loving my Elle.)
3. Me. I’m ordering a set of videos for a heretofore much more difficult sweater and ordering the yarn from a local dyer.
And the best gift?
The Carnegie wants me to teach a knitting class to one and all.
And I am over the river and thru the woods with the idea!
We watched our new flatscreen tonight for three hours. Two hours of I don’t know what and then an hour of Discovery Channel, watching our nephew on the Doomsday Plan.
The two hours of I don’t know what was better for knitting because once Brent was on, it was all jumping and squealing! I know him! He has an important job! And I know just how he must feel…..like a kindergarten teacher on the very first day of school, doing what he loves and loving what he does and being the main grownup in the bunch.
THAT feeling never gets old!