finding the flow in my sweater knitting again, and losing things in my storage unit
Each Wednesday, I take stock of the projects I’m working on, and where my brain is at.
This is has felt both interminably long, and impossibly short.
I came back from California with piles of juicy plans.* And this week has been half about helping those plans begin to land, and half about getting back into the flow of NYC (reconnecting with people, looking for gigs & projects, etc.)
*including plans for updating the Shawl Geometry Books, diving back into color theory, and delving deeper into sustainable & intentional wardrobe building.
Helping all these plans land has mostly looked like sitting in front of my computer typing away.
But sometimes, when my eyes start to cross, it looks like rummaging through my storage unit searching for the original shawl geometry swatches (haven’t found them yet – I know they’re in there somewhere. Or knitting away on my sweater.
My sweater, which ran into a bit of a snag over the weekend – the neckline & yoke were all sorts of funky. I sort of knew this when I cast on, but I was kind of hoping it’d just go away.
I know you’ll be shocked when I say, the problem didn’t just go away. In fact, it was screwing up how the sleeves were falling – so I couldn’t get an accurate sense of the sleeves until I fixed the yoke. I wrote about figuring all that out on Monday.
(Side note: taking photos of your own shoulder is really hard! Especially when your tripod is trapped in an unknown box, somewhere in the back of your storage unit.)
Then Monday evening I sat down, fixed the yoke, and am now back to working away on the first sleeve.
Still haven’t ordered that third cone of yarn, and I know I should. But I think I can at least get through the first sleeve using what’s left on the cone I have. (Now that I’ve type this – lets all watch it come around to bite me.)
Back in NYC – it’s an adjustment and is not quite warm enough to knit outside
Each Wednesday, I take stock of the projects I’m working on, and where my brain is at. 
I arrived back in NYC Thursday, and was promptly greeted by snow flurries and ridiculous subway delays – welcome back indeed.
I’m slowly adjusting to being back. Everything is thoroughly familiar, and entirely different; like looking at a familiar landscape through a new lens. Which I guess it is. What is travel if not a way to shake up everything in our brains, and come back to our day-to-day lives with new eyes.
Spring is beginning to come around here, when the sun is shining and the wind isn’t blowing it can be downright warm – not quite knitting in the park warm. I do miss that, and can’t wait till it’s that warm here (though it seems like the Bay Area has been cold & rainy lately, so it sounds like I timed my trip well).
Despite having to knit indoors, I’ve been knitting away on my sweater. Finished the body over the weekend and am knitting my way down the first sleeve.
And if you’re looking for some sort of fibery distraction – I wrote about all 15 yarn & fabric shops I visited on my trip. Sort of like a mini fiber tour of each city, first the San Francisco Bay Area, and then Portland.
So much yarn, so little time.
I am definitely not in California anymore
Each Wednesday, I take stock of the projects I’m working on, and where my brain is at.
My trip to the left coast of the country ended with a rather surreal day of traveling on Friday. My first flight took off from Oakland before the sun had risen, and my second flight landed in Boston after the sun had set.
That, combined with a series of unfortunate events leading to a distinct lack of food until I landed in Boston (a last minute checked bag, construction at LAX, and a fellow passenger’s peanut allergy), means I don’t quite remember Friday – but I do know I got a lot of knitting done.
I’m back on the east coast, outside of Boston for a couple days before heading back to NYC. We’ve been having a warm spell for a couple days, but the temperature is supposed to drop, there is still some snow & ice on the ground, and I am definitely not in California anymore.
And (sort of to my surprise) I did manage to pack everything back into the same suitcase & purse I arrived with. It took a lot of smooshing, some close to bursting seams, and leaving one pair of jeans (that had developed a rather large rip) behind – but everything ultimately fit.
