Today: a doctor’s appointment. The Casbah scarf was done. So many projects needing doing all at once, all of them important to me, so many people to knit for, how to choose… One particular someone in mind, it was a mystery to me what color she’d like best–but she’s a knitter, so I looked up her favorite colors on her Ravelry profile. (I know. That’s cheating. Heh.)
I dithered some more anyway and balled up hanks so they’d be ready to cast on with whenever the mood might strike. This one. That one. Love merino/silk by Blue Moon: would the Silkie stand up to the constant laundering a new mother would do? Would it survive being a baby’s favorite blanket? Depends on how dedicated the mother is to a handknit–I didn’t know. But I do know what kids can do. Maybe a shawl for the mom out of it… Maybe.  I flipped the rolled ball back in the bag.
I knitted and waited for the (new) nurse to call my name–and got a few extra stitches in before I realized that “Hiddee” (she’s lucky I heard that) meant “Hyde.” Oh. Right. Hiddee/Us.
It was amazing to me how, once it was apart from the rest of the stash, the yarn in my hands there, which I’d debated and debated over, once I was actually working with it, it was like, well yes: what else could I possibly have chosen? Clearly. This is it!
Sing it with me: love the yarn you’re with.