Well, maybe just to taxi down the runway, but folks, I’m knitting again. It’s not much (only fifteen minutes at a time with promises to stretch and take frequent breaks) it’s not fast and I’m still required to don brace hardware, but there are needles in my hands instead of needles poking around my elbow joint.
Hail to physical therapists and therabands.
I am working on the mate to this sock
having abandoned the project in early October, almost three months ago. And wouldn’t you guess, I’m stuck in 2×2 ribbing hell so it feels as though things are moving along even slower.
The upside of the knitting downtime was falling in love with sewing – again. My on again/off again affair with the mechanical needle started when I was twelve. Older, wiser, more patient and with enough physical room to dedicate to sewing projects – my affair with Lady Singer feels more permanent this time around. The more immediate gratification of a sewing project is a nice balance to the baskets of knitting WIP’s I keep around the house.
But no substitute.
ahhh . . . the fibers, the lanolin, the colors spilling off my needles. That’s the drug I’ve needed for my long winter’s nap. And Madrona, sweet Madrona is just around the corner.