I have no socks on the needles and it was making me twitchy yesterday so I got out these beauties in hopes of getting something started. I couldn't sleep the night before after watching the tragedy unfold in Texas and needed to keep my hands and mind busy.
It was very early morning and I had the house to myself so I got out the swift and wound away in silence in my garbage bag covered living room.
While winding I had lots of time to think about what I should do with the yarn and I decided the orange can't be socks-it's too soft and the blue will have to be fancy socks-it's too plain for vanilla socks. That put a kink in all my plans because I am not ready to cast on either of them now. I need time to think and right now as a retired elementary school teacher I can't think straight about anything except all those children.
So....I pulled out another ball of the Lofoten sock yarn but I didn't get that cast on either because I have an obsession about making my socks match and that's not easy to make happen with yarn like this. I have to re-roll it and weigh it and then match up the colors first and I wasn't up for it. Oh, well...some days you have the yarn and some days the yarn has you. Yesterday it got me.
All I could do yesterday is knit and cry. All of those innocent babies, because 9 years old are still babies to me. Piper is 9. The heartache and grief are real. The teachers are heros. The poor first responder who found his daughter, dead. It breaks my heart and I don't know what to do except pray and cry out to the Lord.ReplyDelete
Blessings and love my friend,