It's been quite the few weeks here. In addition to my brother's passing, we discovered that we must move out of our home. The state will be taking it to widen the road. Although we just put in a new kitchen and love living here and hate to move, the state paying fair market value will be a blessing, as the road out front just gets busier, and faster, and scarier every day. So we are preparing ourselves for a move. Which, by the way, the state will pay for. You can't know how that eases my mind. In the 20 years of my first marriage, we moved 14 times. I'm kinda a pro. But heck, I'm ready to let someone else do the work!
So I have taken this ball of pure potential from my stash (again) Superwash merino sock weight from the Royale Hare, purchased at SOAR in 2005. I was hoping that the colors would work into a nice faux fair isle. NOT! The weekend we went to Bryce and Zion Canyons, I began mittens for my daughter. This colorway was chosen for her, and she loved this, but I couldn't let this ugly pooling go.
So I frogged and searched for a new pattern. Enter Susan's simple ribbed fingerless mitts. Thanks for the inspiration! Look at that lovely spiral. Success!
I think knitters know a lot about making the best of life. When things go wrong, you just frog and start over. Several years ago, I found this little statue of a bluebird for a quarter at a yard sale. I couldn't let it be, though I am so NOT a frou-frou figurines kind of person. This little bird perches in different places in my home, and when my heart gets heavy or blue, I remind myself that the bluebird still finds things to sing about. My mentor. Cost: 25 cents. Value: Priceless.
Blue skies!
