three days ago
i dropped my oldest off at camp.
overnight camp – for seven days for the very first time.
surely she’s making friends and having a great time.
the lake was so lovely and the people so nice, that i wanted
to grab a bunk and stay myself. truly, i did.
her being away just makes home different.
it’s not quiet here as i’ve got 3 kids remaining of my own,
and often 3 or so from the neighborhood on any given day,
but the space filled by my oldest is oddly empty.
this puts me in a thinking mood.
i’m seeing some personal ruts i want to break out of,
some walls i want to break down,
and pondering what new adventures i want to begin…
as a small start, i have this lovely _
(in the colorway ‘confiture’)
the adventure part is that i have in mind
a shape that is new to me (although not uncommon)
and i want it to be somewhat lacy.
(don’t get your hopes up), but lacy none-the-less.
since things feel different here this week,
i’m also revved up to try my new square needles from knitter’s pride.
i wasn’t sure how they would feel to hold in my hands,
but although they feel different,
they don’t feel square.
the wood is smooth and warm (as opposed to the chill of some metallics).
the grain is very pretty which makes my artistic side happy.
my practical side didn’t really care what they looked like one little bit,
but it’s glad that the artistic side of me isn’t griping.
i’ll need to knit a little more with them
to find the words to describe
just how they feel
‘different’.
maybe i’ll be able to explain
about the same time my sweet girl arrives home
full of stories and new outlooks and penpals galore. can’t wait.