Thanks so much for all of the well-wishes, everyone. I hope Mr. D. arrives soon and healthy, too!
Until then, of course, life goes on. And since we’ve been enjoying a spell of really nice weather lately, complete with cooler evenings, my mind has turned to my sad, neglected knitting. In my fantasy world, the (pregnancy-caused) carpal tunnel is nonexistent, and I can quickly finish up my 2 wips.
Well, the CTS is sadly still with me, and nothing quick is happening here. I did manage to finish the first Rivendell, but I’m still only a few rows into the second. And although knitting has increased somewhat now that the Olympics are on, I’ve still got tons of yarn left for this Flower Basket Shawl. I’ve completed the called-for number of repeats of the main part of the shawl already, so it looks like I get to add an extra repeat or two to this lovely number.
What would I do, if these dragging wips were suddenly finished tomorrow? I’ve totally totally got the itch to knit sweaters again, folks. Perhaps a cardigan for myself, a nice cabled number for Jacob, maybe a sock yarn version of Tomten for the little one.
Until fantasy meets reality, I just need to keep telling myself: Soon, the swelling will go away. Soon, the air will have that gorgeous crisp fall taste. Soon, it will be time to wrap ourselves in wool once again. Soon.