Spring came, unapologetically, and I’ve been doing my darnedest to enjoy it while I can. In New York, if you don’t look hard, you’ll miss the Spring altogether, and I’m not looking forward to having to employ my air conditioner in order to knit. (I’ll do it, but grudgingly.)
So I’ve thrown open all the windows and spent the week enjoying sunlight and the fresh smelling air and zoning out on some mindless knitting. Night after night its been stripe after stripe of Noro and you know what? It’s been wonderful. I’m finishing up my fourth ball of yarn and I’m still happy watching the colors change both inside (in my knitting) and outside (spring!). Not to mention the million-dollar light that has been pouring in through the windows every afternoon.
In many cases I’d consider this a knitting lull, but it isn’t. When I need something more than meditative, I’ve got my new sweater at the ready, although that too is growing organically and without hurry.
I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before the intensity will kick back up again, but for now I’m gonna zen-out with my needles and relax. Have a great weekend.