Until I have caught up on my pattern writing, I have forbidden myself from knitting my own designs at the moment. There’s just too much bouncing around in that brain of mine, and I can’t handle it. I need to spend my brain energy finishing patterns now, not figuring out how to make them. So while I catch up, I still have to knit (because not knitting makes me very crazy) and I’m taking this opportunity to do some stash busting, and knit some patterns other people have designed that I’ve been dying to make myself.
So when our local yarn store went out of business awhile back, I stocked up on a ton of yarn at 30-40% off. One of the yarns I found was this gorgeous blue-grey merino in worsted. I normally like to buy a sweater’s worth of yarn, and this was about 1-2 skeins short of that. So I’ve been debating what to do with this particular bunch. I actually bought a pattern, and after spending one evening knitting it, I discarded it and knew I wouldn’t like the end result. Maybe a different yarn for a different time.
So I went back to my Ravelry search and discovered that I have enough to make the Ashby shawl, which I’ve been wanting to knit for a few years now. I just love the texture and thickness of this shawl. I really haven’t been much of a shawl wearer in the past, but this is so wonderful I’m sure I will be. I want to be. This shawl wants me to be a shawl wearer. While I have worn them from time to time to fancy events, this one is begging to be worn around town, worn by the fire with a good book, pretty much with me at all times this winter.
And in my favorite steely-blue color? Perfection.
It’s just been a few days and I’m whipping right through this pattern. It is very fun. It is that perfect tension between not brain-numbing or brain-breaking.
Best of all, I feel like it’s a step in the right direction. I’m taming my stash. A few more lovely projects, and maybe I’ll let myself buy some more yarn. I haven’t decided how many projects that will be.
My current read is Dancing with my Father which I borrowed from my friend, Sonja. I’ve never read a Sally Clarkson book I haven’t loved, and this one is making me weep. It’s honestly stuff that I’ve been working through for a few years, and not brand new information, but the idea of delighting in our Father God is falling fresh as I read about her journey. I’m loving it, but am tempted to add to all the underlining my friend did. So after I read it through, I may have to get one of my own, and mark it up some more. Who knows. We’ll see. Sometimes you don’t need new truth. Sometimes you just want to hear truth over and over because of the enormous confidence and inspiration it brings.