Yesterday I signed into my blog for the first time in a week and a half to find 794 comments awaiting moderation. Every single one was spam. Since I have the blog send me an e-mail every time I get a comment, that meant I also had 794 extra messages in my e-mail.
Today is my husband’s 50th birthday. In honor of this occasion, I am very excited to share with you some of my most treasured possessions: the layette hand knit for Chris by his Aunt Lena. My mother-in-law saved these items all these years, and gifted them to me last year because she knew that I would appreciate them not only because they were Chris’s as a baby, but also because of the skill and workmanship so apparent in these pieces.
I was rudely awakened this morning by the pain of a Charlie Horse in my right calf. I massaged the calf until the pain subsided, then lay in bed, pretending it was possible to fall back to sleep. But my mind was already whirring, thinking about the day ahead. I found myself contemplating lifelines, not just in knitting, but in my life in general. You see, just before I went to sleep last night, I dropped some stitches in the Begonia Swirl Shawl. I picked up the stitches, but they had dropped three or four rows already. I was too tired to deal with the problem, so I went to bed without resolving it. I may have to rip back the rows to fix the problem and, as usual, I have no lifelines.