I bought the aqua silk for me. It would so show off my favorite blouse.
I’ve been using it to design a new pattern with, and it stalled out for about two weeks between the traveling and trying to decide what direction to go in next with it.
I’ve gotten past that, been knitting quite a bit yesterday and today and am down to 30-odd grams left to work with out of the original 160 g. (Colourmart seems to nearly always tuck a little extra onto their cones.)
But as I’ve been carefully counting stitches, tinking, reknitting, pushing ahead, something has been persistently tapping me on the shoulder, and the name in the thought was a surprise when it first came yesterday–and then near-instantly it wasn’t.
This is not for me. Or if it is, then I need to pay attention to what colors she likes and make her something else, but it is important for reasons that I know, and there are always others that I don’t, that I knit something non-trivial for her. And if after blocking this turns out to be just too tailored to small-sized me than I need to tweak it when I start over, but it doesn’t feel like I’ll be having to do that.
I have wondered since her great loss a few years ago–but that’s her story–if there were anything I could do…if I should put my knitting time out there, since quite honestly not everybody gets knitting and it doesn’t do much for some.
If it might help.
The answer is yes and somehow the answer is now. It sure wasn’t my timing. Maybe the universe was waiting for me to knit the exquisiteness of silk in aqua? But it’s clearly not about me, and if that color silk is not quite it I’ve got a few others at the ready. I’m on it.