The good news is that Archie and his
suitcase got to Athens in the small hours of yesterday morning.
Credit to British Airways, under the circumstances.
There was only one incoming Christmas
card yesterday, from an American friend to whom I had already written. She sent
a new address – she's 90, and has moved into a retirement community
which she seems to be enjoying. I think the US does that sort of
thing better than we do here, as I have probably said before. So
today I'll send her a whole new card.
And that's really about all I have to
report, apart from another disaster-free evening of knitting.
I have decided on two little Christmas
treats for myself. One is to start the edging of the Queen Ring Shawl
when we are at Loch Fyne for Christmas. I can't very well knit Unst
Bridal Shawl while Hellie and Matt are there.
It's a solemn step, to embark on
something like that which I may very well not have enough lifetime to
finish. Except that that's true of all of us, whenever we cast
anything on. There is nothing for it but to press Onward, as EZ
recommended.
The other treat was to order a whole
new skein of madelinetosh for the hems of Archie's sweater, instead
of rooting around in the stash for something. I've done that. It's
called Tart – a strong, cheerful red. Loop had only one skein of it
in stock – kismet! I ran the idea past Archie, who seemed to think
it was all right. This is for the invisible inside of the hems, of
course.
At the very end, a couple of rows of
something are added to finish the sweater off around the top. I may
suggest red for that as well, but I won't do it unless I am sure he
buys the idea.
A new issue of Knitty is out – lots
of hats and shawls. Franklin's historical pattern is for a rather
nice-looking pair of gloves (also red). I knit my father a pair of gloves once,
when “Men's Gloves” was one of the knitting categories at the
Games. I won First Prize – because nobody else entered. I gave them
to him for Christmas, thus killing two birds with one stone. And
resolved never to knit gloves again, not even for Franklin.
I am oppressed this morning by a
feeling of foreboding, which is even worse than panic. Only one more
week to the solstice.
Jean, I wonder whether your doctor might be able to help you with your anxiety. I say this because "a sense of foreboding" is a classic symptom. It seemed reasonable to be apprehensive as the wedding approached but you continue to suffer.
ReplyDeleteI second Shandy's words - why suffer if help is available?
Delete"Except that that's true of all of us, whenever we cast anything on." A good reminder - I have knitted one pair of gloves - never again. I do own a darning egg for the fingers of gloves that was my aunt's. I keep it, but don't imagine it will ever be used again.
ReplyDeleteI believe they have been mentioned here before, but I would suggest purchased a light-therapy box and using it as directed (I use mine 30 minutes per day). For me, this tool has made the winter gloom much less difficult to bear. Here is a link to information from the Mayo Clinic:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/seasonal-affective-disorder/in-depth/seasonal-affective-disorder-treatment/art-20048298
Tart is a great colour! It's a nice darker red with some black overtones. A few years ago it was Madtosh's best selling colour. All their colours are pretty awesome !
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