i love stockinette

stitch, always have.

there’s something about

the repetition of the stitches

(especially in the round so it’s all knits)

that soothes my muscles and quiets my head.

this week i’ve been bearing down hard on a new stockinette stitch project

and finding myself inexplicably, dare i say it, bored.

this is confusing, particularly since i’ve been

looking forward to getting back

to my partial cardigan

which is absolutely

stockinette stitch.

how’s that work?

go figure.

but, as i daily alter even the smallest of our routines

adjusting to newly being a family of 6 (no longer 5)

i am overjoyed and truly exhausted.

i think that’s the real issue.

my precious stockette

is so soothing that

it’s lulling me

almost to

sleep.

guess i’m not bored after all,

just tired.

whew.

i much prefer tired.

at least it’s something

that i am very,

very familiar

with.

‘familiar’ taken from 139:3 in the psalms.