But let's not dwell on this right now. As I am writing, Canada has just won the Gold Medal in Hockey. Now, I'm not such a fan of hockey — it moves too fast for me to understand or even see what is going on — but wow, what a fierce game that was! And I find myself torn, thrilled of course for my countrymen to have won the Gold, but also sad for my adopted countrymen who looked so utterly dejected at their loss.
Oh well, that's why they call them Games, eh?
My own personal knitting Olympics have been moving along at a pretty hectic pace these past couple of weeks. The Blue Gansey Socks are finished (and keeping my feet warm right now). A second pair, to tweak the pattern, this time in Knit Picks Stroll Tweed, is on the needles.
I've worked up the right half of my Leafy Lacy Gloves, using Dream in Color Smooshy left from my Strange Harvest Socks. Wasn't sure I'd have enough — two small balls of yarn, on ever so slightly larger than the other. Working from the smaller ball, and frogging my first attempt, I was able to complete the right glove with about two yards of yarn remaining. So I'm pretty sure I can finish the left glove with the rest of the yarn. Hm-m-m, maybe I could've made the cuff a little longer.
And the Wedding Shawl is progressing as well. Did another lace repeat this morning (6 down, 4 more to go before starting the border). Am really happy with the way this is turning out. And on the needles it looks a little like a heart, don't you think?
Yesterday afternoon I took advantage of the warmer temps and got outside to do a little yard clean-up. Put down some bone meal (now, that's some funky stuff!) for the daffodils, raked some leftover leaves, moved a few pansies, and pruned the roses in the side yard. Oh yes, gardening season is starting. Better stock up on BenGay.
Today I even squeezed in a little painting time, although it had to be cut short to watch the hockey match. Here's a small preview of A Romance with Pearls, still quite a distance from the finish line.
I'm really going to miss these Olympic Games. They've given me time to — ironically — slow down a bit, to knit, to reflect on the beauty of ice and snow, the warm comfort of my home and wool socks, and my loving husband's patience with my fanaticism.
And that in itself is worth a medal.
Rosemary- I can hardly keep up- who said the Marathon was not an Olympic winter sport?
ReplyDeleteI love the color of the lacy leafy gloves.. and the "not so still life" is beautiful-
Here's a question I've been meaning to ask, as a member of a multi-cat household myself- How in the world do you keep the paws out of your knitting?
Hi Jeanie, and thanks for the comment. When I first took up knitting a couple of years ago (after a very long hiatus) the cats were all over it. But now either the novelty has worn off for them, or I'm more careful about how I handle my yarn — I keep it in my knitting bag as I'm working, and try to not get too close to the kitties with the needles. However, should a ball of yarn escape across the floor, it's fair game.
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