I know it is knitting lingo. But this has captivated me every evening for the past week or so.
Knitting relaxes me and, let's face it, with all those parts to sort through I have reason to be anxious. There is a LOT of STUFF packed into those little bins and drawers that Steven and I brought back from Jersey.
So I took up knitting. Again. Ingrid taught me how years ago. I haven't been a big fan but I decided I needed something to do with me hands in the evenings. The original plan was to knit a pair of socks. Right. Double pointed needles in size 2 with fingering yarn. Knots happening all over the place.
I switched to this shawl pattern because a neighbor suggested it.
The boys and I hunker down on the couch in the evenings. It is a bit hard to knit all snuggled in there with two big poodles on either side. But with Modern Family on the DVD player and my canine comfort, I can forget about the daunting tasks ahead of me. Who can think of anything when counting stitches on knitting needles?