As I look over my infant blog, and realize that I have neglected it for 2 whole weeks, I wonder, can it have really been so long? At any time, days, weeks, even months can slide by and I barely notice, immersed in raising my children, and knitting, and reading, and rasing my children, and caring for my husband and home, and raising my children... I guess there is a theme here. :D
I doesn't help huge amounts that I'm in kind of a meloncholy doldrums. I'm not sad, but neither am I joyful. I am feeling the mundaneness of my life. The day in and day out that doesn't change. My fire is banked, and I seem unable to search out the fuel that will bring it blazing back to life. Nearly without saying, the urge to cast on for new things is great at a time like this. I did finally succumb to one siren song last night... the MS3 stole. I signed up for this stole two days before the first clue came out (BEFORE THE YARNHARLOT!) and told myself that I would just watch, learn, collect the pattern, and knit it up when I had the chance. I followed conversations about beading, all the different types of yarn that people are using, from cobweb to fingering. How to block it, how to count the stitches and not get lost. I was mesmerised. And nearly drowning in 300+ messeges a day. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I even ordered yarn for it (still hasn't come - the nearly 7000 people that signed up for the KAL have apparently caused a shortage in lace weights). I told myself that was fine. I had enough knitting to do. I have a shirt to finish. A bolero. A scarf. 2 pair of socks. A mystery knit. I don't need a mystery stole KAL. But I was gripped. Finally, without another ounce of strength in my body, I cast on for the mystery stole with a giant ball of mystery yarn, (gift from my MIL - I can't say enough about how wonderful it is to have a MIL who shares my passion for yarn!) which I believe is fingering weight, on size 7 needles. I have beads and a crochet hook that somehow fit this. And I am at peace. Mystery Stole, with mystery yarn, chart A complete. Isn't it wonderful?