Stumped.
I’ve been stumped all day. Too many ideas, none of them holding still for singling out.
So I wound up a thousand yards of silk. Then another 650 of violet Sea Silk. A skein of dark amethyst Fleece Artist here, a little blue sock yarn over there. Then I scoured the mill oils out of four hanks of undyed yarn that I’d like to add my own colors to and hung them to dry to be ready for… Pink? Greens and blues?
I felt like I got nothing done, I got a lot done, it just wasn’t actual knitting yet. (And it wasn’t till that Handmaiden Sugar Plum silk was wound and the long lines of deep rose and gold all fused in with the bits of blues and greens that I realized it: I’d bought a small-scale version of Rooster Rock! And of Mardi Gras! Huh. I guess I wasn’t done with it yet. Colors are like people: they’re influenced by the ones around them.)
But sometimes the preparations for the work feel like as much work as the work, and yet they are absolutely as necessary. Even when it feels like they’re only getting in the way. They’re not.
Okay, but I still need a good carry-around project for tomorrow’s big day in San Francisco. Deadlines–they’re helpful too, definitely. Hopefully… (running away from the computer…)