This was “my chair” on Saturday afternoon. Now most of that stuff is on the floor in front of the chair. I am actually making good progress in my knitting and may not need to take several vacation days to finish it as I had planned. I noticed that I am on a grey kick, and most of the yarn I picked at my own desire (instead of the request of the person I am knitting for), is grey. Or is it gray? It’s pretty and it pleases me to knit with a gorgeous grey yarn. I am knitting father and son caps for for my son and grandson, the yarn is a light grey blend of wool, baby alpaca, and angora. Knitting with this yarn is just yummy. Wish I could think of a better word, sensual? nah.
The purple faux fur? I have HATED knitting these slippers. I am making a pair for each of my three granddaughters, green, purple, and pink. I have only one slipper yet to make. It is pink, and at least I find that pleasing.
Oh my goodness. Which reminds me, my 3 year old granddaughter gets totally offended when I say “oh my goodness gracious,” and tells me “you shouldn’t say that.” You should see how sober she looks when she tells me this. I have no idea what she thinks I am saying, but clearly it is offensive to her. I must ask my son.
My job just increased by about 50% again yesterday. In other words, since July, they have added another full time job to my already full time job that I came aboard to do. I told my boss’ boss that I am going to need help because I cannot do all of this. I NEED to be managing it, but I cannot actually DO it, there are not enough hours in a day, even if I worked 24/7. I need someone to help me. She said she would work on this.
She is the one who called me last January and said she was working on getting me back to the hospital. She did not fail me. I believe she saved my life. If not for her intervention, I don’t know where I would be. That tiny shimmering thread of hope kept me going through the dark dark days.
This nutty knitting is feels kind of crazy, but it forces me to sit down and be quiet. That is good. And when I am discouraged, I remember the year that I decided to knit everyone teddy bears for Christmas (either 1995 or 1996). Every single person I gave them to still has them, and treasures them. My sister has her teddy bear in a tiny little chair in front of the fireplace in her Manhattan apartment. It is good to knit. Even if it costs more money as well as tons more time than retail gifts.