Back, back, WAY BACK

Ah, finding an error, having to go back to correct it, pulling the stitches apart, this is how my knitting day began. Not exactly a dreamy start.

Here's a closer look at my homey and slightly homely blanket.


It pained me less than I thought it would to pull out the rows. Maybe I'm too stressed about other things to let this stress me.

I still have visions of binding off this blanket, tossing it in the washing machine, then happily presenting it to the owner, my son before the week ends.

Several projects are calling to me, asking me to make them. The office where I work is cold, no matter what the season, so the shawls are calling me. Quite a few ladies I know are pregnant or just had babies, so booties and hats are calling to me. I'm immensely curious about socks, so they beckon to me with the thrill of unlocking a mystery. Which call do I answer first? Therein lies pleasure and conflict.