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.
I’m gonna make another one.
So much has happened in our families already! Death, birth, new projects, new pets.
Sunrises, sunsets, sunshine and snowfall.
I’ve knit several projects:
Beeswax Cowl for my MiL
Carbeth Sweater for myself (It’s gotten A TON of wear already)
All this to say, holy crap 2019, you’re really showing up.
So December flew by as fast as ever.
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.
This is just to say,
I am here.
And will be here more.