Jun 23
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I knew that these ideas would overlap at some point. The same patchy idea, with holes in the patches. It makes it slightly harder because there has to be something under the holes, but only one piece, the very first I put down, doesn’t have a hole in it.

We’re leaving tomorrow, but not until afternoon (the plane doesn’t go until 9:30 pm – eeek, an entire day to fret). I may have time for a yoga class and a last postcard. I know what I want to do, and it shouldn’t take too long.

According to TSA I ought to be able to bring my knitting. I think I’ll bring the first Socks that Rock and attempt to finish them. Then I may pack the silk pink/orange yarn that will become another pair of socks.

I’m saddened to realize that I find the Sock of the month club uncomfortable. I signed up hoping for new techniques and fabulous yarn. I have certainly gotten both, but learning the new techniques is not making me happy, or more proficient. Instead I feel like I am on the edge of flunking an important class, and it is making me grumpy. I had a minor epiphany when I realized I could make the heel and toe the way I knew I liked them. It goes against the idea I had to make the patterns as written, to better learn other ways of doing things. But, and it is a Big But, I knit for pleasure. I’m not trying to extend myself here, I have my hands full extending myself with the fabric postcards.

I might let the socks marinate until I feel the need to learn more or fancier knitting techniques. That would leave me free to knit on things that relax me. It won’t go bad. Although I do have to worry about moths and mice.

We’ll see.