Anybody else do this? I find I tend to go through bursts of playing with my dye pot, where creating colors in my wool or baby alpaca is what I find myself focused on day after day. Or winding up balls of yarn for the sheer sake of winding and the sense of anticipation it brings–and that it lets me be engaged with a particular texture or shade or colorway for just a short time and then lets me go right on to the next. Or times when, enough of all that, I need to sit down and knit and see something actually materializing and getting done! But each phase tends to go in spurts.
It bugged me lately that I hadn’t been able to ball up yarn hanks all these months. That I couldn’t expand my project possibilities into my whole stash; I was limited to the ready-to-knits.
Last week, I found the black cashmere (yay!) and got the first hank of it ready to go; I did it, but I had to take a good long rest afterwards. This evening, I finished winding Amanda‘s Huarache yarn she gave me in Vermont last November, and I’m wondering which yarn to wind next after I finish typing this. My arms and standing-up time are getting better at this.
But the groove in the record that my diamond needle keeps jumping back to? (That’s an anachronism, kids, go ask your folks. Heh.) Taking pictures of everything blooming, celebrating spring giving birth to life.
