I learned to knit about a year and a half ago. I wanted to figure out how to make socks, to be honest. And fingerless mitts. So I devoted myself to learning and picked it up surprising quickly. (When I was young, I learned to crochet and used to strangle the hook. Then twenty years later I took it up again and all of a sudden I was good at it. So I wasn’t new to yarnwork).
Anyhow, after I fell down in May, I stopped knitting. My wrists aren’t quite back to being able to knit for any length of time. At the time I fell, I had the second of a pair of fingerless mitts on the needles (circulars). These are for my dad who has enormous hands and he wears they at night to keep his arms and hands warmer so his arthritis doesn’t bother him as much. I am making really long arm shanks so that they will cover more and those are ribbed so that they won’t fall down or fall off.
I’m in the mood to start something else, though, which is ridiculous, given that my wrists aren’t healed. I went to an art fair today and saw this lovely cape with a hood which was incredibly expensive and so I need to make myself one. I found a pattern, but now . . . I need to heal and not get ahead of myself. I have a huge stash of yarn, though, and it’s calling my name. So I don’t know if I should start the cape next, or socks. And really, it’s summer time. Who makes capes in the summer? On the other hand, if I got it done, I’d be able to wear it in the winter . . .
On the other hand, if I start knitting, I may make my wrists very unhappy, and I’ll probably ignore my garden, and my nemesis weeds are growing. Those are two specific weeds that I do not know the names of, but which grow despite my best efforts and they taunt me every years. I just looked one up. It’s spurge. I think. I’ll see if I can find the other. I think it might be oxalis. Both are awful.
And with that, I will now go ponder patterns . . .