always strikes me as strange that some mornings i’m so glad to wake up to the sound of steady rain and on others even a grey sky feels gloomy.  more about what’s inside me than what’s outside i think.

been reknitting ‘shining around’ in city tweed hw from knit picks this week.  it’s a much lighter weight yarn so i’ve doubled it all the way through and gone down a needle size.  the pillow will be smaller in the end than the original burly spun version, but pillows of all sizes are always welcome on my couch.

reknitting brings to mind what i was doing, what ground i was gaining and where i was grasping to maintain my position when i was knitting the first version.  i guess i am a ‘process knitter’ after all.

now, you’ll never know when the pillow’s done but, having carefully checked before i joined to knit in the round that there were no twists, i got 7 rounds in toward the pillow’s center and realised i was knitting a mobius which would never become a pillow no matter how much i wanted it to.  sigh.

one minute of catering to a distraction is all it takes for me to begin to spin, or in this case knit, off-kilter.  nevertheless … i love that word ‘nevertheless’.  always have.  there’s something about the idea that it doesn’t matter a lick what came before or how i feel or what urge is stirring in my gut.  that what comes next has nothing to do with what’s been said, or what hasn’t.  it’s a choice. oh how i love that  … i choose to go on, rightly.  which in this case meant frogging back all 7 rounds to restart at the knitting in the round bit of the pattern. 

nevertheless …

 ‘morning without clouds’ taken from 23:4 of 2nd samuel