Sitting down with my knitting has been my preferred “me time” of late. The smooth needles, handling the wool, watching the shape and pattern emerge and the mindless flow I can enter into…time for knitting soothes the soul these days. And I can pick it up in the middle of a reading lesson, during short or long drives, and while waiting for the next thing. And I love that something gets done- and stays done. I just love it.
Here’s my first pair of self-striping socks, for my dear LouLou ( did I say she’s almost 14!). And aren’t her ballet legs & feet lovely?
