I want comfort knitting. I want US7 needles and something with cashmere. I want enough of it to make a simple sweater, fast. I’ve been working on a prayer shawl for Mom, but I don’t like it. Isn’t that horrible? I don’t like the pattern I chose, and the yarn isn’t working for it. I think one has to love a prayer shawl for it to be effective, and everything I knit incorporates prayer right now, anyway.
Or maybe I want a merino sleeve, all cables, far enough up that I know the pattern by heart and feel each cable coming before I get to it.
I want easy colorwork. I started Venezia yesterday and the chart-reading is kicking my ass. It is not comfortable. I’m not convinced I’ll ever learn the pattern enough to go without it.
I want ice cream. Even with no appetite (this is new, and very, very novel), I want ice cream. The other night for dinner, I had two glasses of wine and ice cream. Don’t worry, I won’t make a habit of it. I’ve lost ten pounds this month without trying.
I want more sleep.
I want to lie on the couch and watch Gray’s Anatomy.
I want a beach. A big, long one. With a bonfire burning at the end of it. The smell of char in my beach-tangled hair.
But mostly I want comfort knitting. Don’t have any. Must change that.
((((hugs)))) I agree that the prayer shawl should be something you like to be more effective. I hope you find you some comfort knitting soon.
I’m with you on the beach, honey. Your mother is in my prayers, too.
I feel for you. My dad is pretty sick right now and it sucks. I spent this afternoon letting my mother cry on my shoulder. It was horrible.
My comfort knitting right now is a stripey set of knee highs for my six-year-old Bean – Regia Nations seems to be soothing my soul. The yarn isn’t the softest, but the color changes are nice and bright.
All the best to you and yours.
Prayers coming your way from Virginia — for you and your little mama and all of you!
Yes, try knitting socks. You can do it in your sleep and it will calm your mind. Or, go buy some Cascade220 and make a Ribbie. I’m sending you a huge hug. And love & best wishes to your little mama.
*snuggle*
I seem to be in the same spot as you for the knitting…nothing’s right and I need comfort, bad. Let me know what you find to soothe you. You’re quite good at finding the soothe factor.
My kind of dinner, dude.
There’s nothing wrong with wine and ice cream… as long as you don’t make a float! As for the shawl, it’s definitely gotta be something you like and fill with love as you knit. If it’s not working put it aside. Fondle the stash and start again.
Sending hugs and prayers.
PS wishing I was on that beach too and not in the middle of fire season.
Delurking to let you know that I’m sending you and your mom lots of positive vibes. Hang in there. Hang in there. Hugs.
I think this is a job for the Hourglass Sweater, don’t you? Hope the little mama’s on the mend soon!
It’s the stress-eating/not eating–I’ve been going through it as well, big time. Don’t have the appetite for anything all day but will snarf down a bag of pistachios for dinner. And maybe wine. Usually wine.
Drop the shawl if you don’t love it. There are too many lovable shawl patterns out there for that.
xoxoxo
Let me know if you need a house call! Or if you’re out and about today, come and see me, I’ll be at work until probably about 2:30/3pm! I may even still have homemade ice cream in the fridge at work. If that’s not a draw I don’t know what is: everything in one place. xoxo!
Sending big hugs and prayers your way.
My little mama lived for 11 yrs. with congestive heart failure, so it is a condition that can be managed. Keep those prayers and positive vibes going for your Mama. Treatments have vastly improved since my Mama’s bout with it, so hang in there.
Love,
Teresa
A comfy couch and Grey’s Anatomy is about as good as it gets.
My thoughts are with you and your mom. My mom was sick when we moved up to Michigan from the Chicago area and being so far away was very hard. Take care of yourself, too. There’s a lot of emotions, I know – worry, saddness, guilt because you are far away, frustration because you can’t make her better. Just know we are all with you.