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.
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