Life happens. Around here, we were thrown a few curve balls. We dodged this time. I will tell you, though, that I will never take health (my own, a loved one’s, anyone’s) for granted again. Big scary disease processes can snap you out of your complacency very quickly and thoroughly. He’s fine. So, I’m fine. I can move forward, and therefore, I can catch up where I left off with this space, knitting, and watching the children grow like weeds.
I just counted up my projects for the last year. Of the 60 0r so completed, there are 18 pairs of socks. It somehow seems like it should be a larger number, and at the same time…wow, 18 pairs of socks. I love them.
We shall call them “Brain Surgery Sox”. There’s a bunch of stress in those stitches.
I made them ‘not-matchy’ for my good friend who sat with me for 2 days straight and kept me from leaping off the Cliffs of Insanity.