Quiet time

Thinking Out Loud…

First off, Jim and I are hale and hardy in Woodinville.   We are following the healthcare dictates— washing hands to two verses of Happy Birthday (I recommend this!  It makes me happy to sing it out loud.), avoiding crowds, keeping well, and being careful.

Gone undercover…

It is a good time to peruse my photos, and I will admit it, a darn good time to knit.  I will knit anywhere at any time.

There are no two ways about it, I have gone to the yarn side of things. I look forward to new patterns and textures, new yarns—like a kid looks forward to ice cream.
Jim took this picture of me recently as I was reorganizing my knitting stash…it looks like my studio blew up yarn.  Well, it kinda did.  I was in second heaven.

Knitting and yarn got me through the rough times with my arthritic hip and eventual surgery.  Focusing on what was in my hands, and what I was making, took my mind off my pain.  I told Jim, I didn’t use opiates, I medicated with yarn…lots of yarn.

And still, I go from project to project with such pleasure and curiosity. It adds a quiet time to my life, a good way to manage the stressful times we live in.

So does bird watching, water and sky watching.  Getting outside, feeling the cold, the wind, or spritzing rain feels invigorating, and makes me want to get back into cozy and knit.  Wool is my friend.