All those who emailed to ask how things were going. I’m a bit stunned, really: I hadn’t realised I had acquired so many friends in far away places. If I could, I’d host a party for us all. (Does anyone else script the music for things like that? I’ve even made notes about what those attending my funeral should be forced to listen to enjoy 🙂
Yes, it’s OK. My in-laws left for Canada on Friday; father-in-law looking worlds better. Our house is now very, very clean: I have verified that, when stressed, I find stuff to do and do it to excess. The first thing I did whenever I was alone in the house for the last three weeks was clean something. Anything. Scrub the living daylights out of it. Talk about displacement activity!
No murders were committed, I did not bang my head against a wall publicly or privately. I did, however, hide in the bathroom with a book, I chewed my cuticles until they bled (sorry if that’s TMI), and I bought quite a lot of yarn…
Some of it rather expensive 😦 That’s 1500m of Cherry Tree Hill ‘Orenburg Lace’ yarn in natural. I’ve wasted? spent? enjoyed? quite a lot of time trying to decide on a pattern that will do justice to it. I haven’t made a final decision but perhaps Three-cornered and Long Shawls will be helpful (is ‘helpful’ the right word?).
Lace is good. That’s the Swallowtail Shawl in Das Schneeshaf’s Marisilk, ‘Golden Bamboo’. I even enjoyed the nupps. The colour is very nearly right on my monitor: it’s a subtle grey/gold that almost exactly matches bits of my hair. Complicated lace is very good indeed as a distraction from whatever ails you AND (even better) it scares everyone else so they don’t talk to you. Or perhaps that was the fierce frown (of concentration) on my face? As soon as I’d finished that I cast on for Wing o’ the Moth but, as I waved farewell on Friday, the desperate drive to lace ebbed away. Summer’s over. There’s an autumnal edge to the wind, which smells of burning leaves and freshly ploughed soil. I must bite the bullet and knit some real clothing soon, things that will keep me warm. First, after a weekend spent listening to loud-ish music and eating our meals on the couch in front of the TV, I must do some work to pay for all the yarn. There is more, you know. It just hasn’t arrived yet!