A Knitting Affair

Yes, I have been knitting on the Rowan Project sweater too. It hasn’t been just socks. I had knit up a ball of wool cotton and had a brainfart. Why am I knitting it back and forth? Why am I making it in pieces? Am I that much of a goof?? Well of course I am not going to admit to any of it so we will just say that I did a big gauge swatch (and didn’t even measure the swatch).

As you can see in the picture, the knitting and the old knitting. I decided to not even skein up the old knitting, rather, just knit from it into the new, in the round, Rowan sweater. Another change that I made to the pattern (which will be one of many, this is after all taking an old pattern and making it more modern) is to not do the ribbing. Instead, I went right into the cable.

As you can see from the picture that it actually gives a nice little pointy edge. Almost like a picot edge but not. I am on ball number two and have many more to go. The sweater is going along well when I do work on it. I am enjoying the knitting and cabling without a cable needle. Time wise, I am knitting on it one or two days out of the week. Not that much, I am hoping to knit on it a bit more. Now that things are settling down for me a bit more.

Spinning: I want the new Ladybug Wheel. I plan on getting it. However, I am actually having some restraint when it comes to buying it. Shuttleworks is getting an order of them in on the 21st. BUT I am really working on making myself healthy – physically, emotionally, spiritually. I am working on myself. I have not been dealing with the death of my dad. I have been projecting that emotion towards some important people in my life. I have been pushing them away rather than dealing. I have some others who have been super supportive and have let me know that they won’t stand for it and will be here for me. Knowing that if I break down and wig out they will not walk away from me, rather they will accept me, hug me, let me talk and help me move on. I am very thankful for them. So, once a few of my goals for myself are met, I will be getting myself the wheel.

Out of the mouths of babes: Cameron and I were listening to the Charlie Brown Christmas CD today (yeah yeah I know, but he likes it) and Hark the Harold Angels sing was on. I try to keep my emotions away from him. The sad one’s. But, he always seems to know and when I feel that I don’t know if I can cope with my sadness he turns to me and says (like he did today) … Poppa is an Angel now. He is in Heaven looking after us. Angels are good. God made Angels to keep us safe…

Yes I cried. As he stated it so innocently while in his car seat. It is a moment like this where I know my dad is still with me. That he is with me and Cameron. That he is watching over us. That he loves me and always has. My spirituality (as I believe it to be) gets restored and fills me up. Giving me the strength to face my sadness and maybe even smile.