Tuesday, February 28, 2012

blown out the door

twosome, couplet, doublet, duo, dyad, matched set, two of a kind, twins, tandem, team, two...
Got through the unknitting of several hundred stitches one at a time. Next came the reknitting until finished on schedule (who's idea was that?). Will wear new mitts into town on this blizzarding fierce blowing horizontal schizophrenic snow day of disappeared mountains, zero visibility, gale force winds. Until the sun comes out and snow accumulation quickly melts. Sun disappears, winds get stronger and it starts all over again. Sweaters go on, come off.... But I'm mountain people now. Tough. Going to hair appointment (even if can't see road ahead). Plan to stop at post office to check for new yarn arrival for possible second pair of cabled lace mitts...
Wasn't it yesterday when I considered cutting back on winter knitting to concentrate on lighter thoughts of spring?

Mabel Dodge Luhan said it best a  long long time ago in her book Winter in Taos (note two things in the following excerpt: amber needles! (jeesh!) and perfect contentment). This from Mabel who wrote several books and was the unofficial (some say imperious) hostess-with-the-mostest!

I always knit in the wintertime....I hunt for my bag of wools and all my amber needles, and I am perfectly content to sit in the window and knit and knit and ponder and remember and get into a kind of even rhythm of thinking, feeling, breathing, knitting; that is somehow, a very satisfactory activity, like a dance, or like the slow, sure motion of a constant star.