Spring has sprung in Southern Florida. However, down here, April feels more like summer than spring. The weather has finally turned and the days highs are in the mid eighties. About once a year, I go through this period when I really don’t want to knit. I take a vacation. I have the chunky shawl sitting on a chair covered with shirts, books, and my ten thousand nightshirts because I can’t possibly rewear them or wash them and put them away. I have the bottom of the felted bag that I’m working on sitting in my work purse, waiting to be continued. I have textbooks, regular books and library books surrounding me. My vacations from knitting usually don’t take too long; two weeks or so. Sometimes I may stay away for as much as a month. My hands need a vacation. I usually come back with plenty of ideas.
I have to clean up now. My stash is filled and a mess, intertwined with other yarns in the gigantic plastic containers. Part of hurricane preparedness in this part of the woods is keeping that precious yarn in water proof bins that can be covered just in case. It’s also good to have something that can be thrown in the car, especially something that can distract you from the chaos of an oncoming storm.
My wonderful knitpick harmony needles are strewn about the house. I even have one sitting outside on the table of the lanai. It seems to be calling to someone to knit, but I’ve lost interest for a little while. Maybe my cats will make me something pretty instead. I’ll come up with new ideas soon enough to post. . . I promise.