I would say life got away from me, but I think it’s more like it dragged me on behind it. I’ve managed to keep up, but now I need to catch my breath.
I’ve worked on my Weekender sweater in little bits over the last month and a half-ish. It’s seen me through a website re-work (over at Rosemary Media), Eric’s work trip, a visit with family, and the beginnings of spring.
As soon as I put it on I fell in love.
I used Brooklyn Tweed Shelter in Plume and it’s the perfect almost-tweedy rich purple with flecks of colour. The ease in the body means that it’s going to be the best spring sweater – enough to keep me warm without overheating.
It was a whirlwind of joyful dinners with friends and mournful remembrance. I didn’t feel the usual bubbly excitement until the last moment. I was immune to the lights and the scents and the sounds. A combination of life and health and ugh piled up so that it didn’t hit me until the solstice that the year was about to end.
Solstice is my new year – the point when things change with the coming of longer days (thank goodness!). It felt like waking up, getting out from under the wet blanket of Before.