I started the Peace Shawl by Evelyn A. Clark a couple weeks ago.
Yes. I’ve been holding out on you. Sue me, the battery was nearly dead in the camera and I couldn’t find the charger…which, it turns out, has been in my top desk drawer this whole time.
Right next to the fully-charged spare battery.
Ahem. Let’s, uh, let’s move on, shall we?
Lace…gotta love it’s larval period, where it’s just a blob of indistinct squirming ‘uh, are you SURE this is going to be a shawl someday?’
What’s funny about this is, I cast this “PEACE!” deal on two weeks ago in a fit of absolute pique.
The Armagh sweater? Yeah. Ran out of black yarn. @*^&@.
Finishing the Lillehammer? Sewing machine is on the fritz again. (Yes, I know you can hand-sew the steeks…I’m a tool user, people…)
Homework crises. People sick. Missing children. CT scans. (Oh, by the way – Himself is [mostly] fine. Turns out he has diverticulitis, which seems to be responding nicely to treatment) (yummy fiber and antibiotics!). Lingering tax malaise.
So forth and so on. I was just all agitated and generally pissed off and worried and freaking the @*^&@ out, and I said to myself, said I, “Self! How about a nice peace shawl?”
And here we are.
And it is helpful. I’m still so agitated about Everything, but when I pick up that shawl I can’t help it.
It’s a PEACE shawl. Just look at the title! Hello! Are you planning to knit this thing furiously while freaking the @*^&@ out? I don’t think so!
And then I’ll make myself relax, and take a few breaths, and think peaceful let it be thoughts. It doesn’t make all the negative crap vanish (unfortunately), but it gives me a little break from it, anyway.
And honestly, can I ask for more?
Especially when my Yarn Monster is pretending to be an angel…
Not foolin’ anybody, Captain Adventure…you’re only 85% angel…the other 15%...well……….
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