I am almost sure the universe is trying to kill me. Normally, that would be an exaggeration. This week has included all kinds of horrible adventures that I won’t go into, such that the state of utter disarray and chaos that is “mid-moving” seems almost inconsequential. There is nothing to be done in situations like this except pull out that skein of yarn that you’ve been saving for a special occasion and immediately cast something on. Anything, really.
Yarn: handspun made on a dropspindle from a Gnomegarden batt. 2-ply, fingering weight, about 250 yards. Pattern: I cast on what I hope is enough stitches, on US4s, and am doing some slight variation of the classic Old Shale/Feather & Fan pattern. I’ll go until I want to stop. Because when you’re at that point… you know, that point where you really might snap and kick a puppy or something, the calming sensation of cushy merino and the appearance of blue sparkles can keep you a few steps back from the Crazy Place.
Also, I have new shoes. Bite me, the universe.