And in the meantime...
I dreamt, in the first night of good sleep I'd had for awhile, that I was not just knitting but purling. I'm not an accomplished knitter (yet), and so far, purling has evaded me. My sister in law tried to show me, and my friend Cher tried to show me, but it just didn't click. So when I saw my hands purling in the dream world, I woke with a new urge to TRY.
With books laid out, kids absorbed in books and naptime, a new skein of beautiful red merino wool from Traditions Fabric and Yard in Lafayette (love them), I tried, and it worked. I'm not consistent yet, but I'm fascinated. No one could have told me how absorbing the repetitive action and creation of knitting would feel. I love the challenge, and the satisfying success, of it.
|Lulah working on her|
|Levon and Dougie sporting new pants.|
Most of what we share on here is about the farm, the outdoors, and food. But here's our inner craftiness coming through. It's a silver lining in these quiet, grey, winter days. It's a way for our spirits to recover, along with our bodies.