Thoughts during a summer full moon’s brightly lit and long, sleepless night:
Y’know? I have a lot of people I want to be knitting for right now for a lot of very good reasons.
If I put another day’s work into that afghan project I’ll have a really nice soft black scarf that the recipient will love just as much as any bigger object and would probably actually use it more. How much the yarn shrinks or blooms wouldn’t matter then: I could seam the ends for a doubled-over infinity scarf or leave them open, and I don’t even have to decide yet. I can knit it to the point where I’d cast off if I were doing that, leave it waiting, and if I find I want to and have the time I can keep going from there as I’d originally planned.
But right now is just not that time, no matter how much I might want it to be. I might even be able to pull off doing both from those cones–making the scarf a swatch. A really big swatch.
The moon finally went behind the camphor tree’s leaves, and at some time well after 2:00 am I fell asleep at last.
I cast on a turquoise cowl in the morning.