Knitting with Sanity on the Side
The perpetual nature of my life is busy. This fall no less. Of course, the Lupus, a stomach virus (dear lord), and an ear infection with a side of vertigo wear distasteful . . . but, in the meantime the knitting needles click at night, on the subway, on ferries, in planes, on trains . . . yes, as I go they do too. Instead of vegetating in front of a tellie, which I've never been capable of, I knit for an hour or two. Of course, the desire to have sweaters that fit me in the shoulders and hips, scarves that are affordable to my vows of poverty salary in higher ed, and such . . . So, in September or so I started duplicating one Chanel scarf . And as I rotated between it and a sweater, it took some time. Of course, as I was using yarn from my fantastical trip to the land of Anne Shirley last summer I really wanted it to be perfect. Well, as good as perfect as I get. Cabling without a needle hook . . . I'd never done that bef...