Echoes.

I’ve been knitting more – my one-time exuberantly overwhelming hobby.  It’s still a hobby of sorts, just lacking the old urge to spend tons of money.  I think that’s a good change, as I already have quite an interesting stash, for someone who doesn’t own a yarn room to store it in.
For now it sits lonely in my PODS storage unit, and I dutifully climb over the mounds of boxes and furniture to reach it when needed.
It’s quite an effort, actually, so I’ve made sure to only start projects that are well worth it.

There’s something rather calming about it 90% of the time.  The urge to bounce and pace and vibrate in my seat slow down just a bit and I can accomplish something beautiful.

The other 10% are days like today.
Where I get excited about a new and somewhat difficult project, knit through 10 frustrating rows past the monotonous ribbing, only to realize that I’m knitting unevenly… having forgotten half of a row in the correct pattern and instead having skipped on to the next.

Yes.  It’s Monday.  Damnit.