This is how much knitting I accomplished this weekend. Not even out of the bag. To be fair, I was at a wedding in Virginia where it was approximately one billion degrees Fahrenheit. Then there was all that driving. Let’s just say I wouldn’t recommend undertaking an 11-hour drive in one day, then repeating the whole journey a day later in reverse. The good news: my first trip to a Cracker Barrel! And, you know, I got to take part in a friend’s very happy day.
Considering the trip, I guess it’s not surprise that when I got back home I was in the mood for an old friend and some garter stitch.
My love for this yarn is well documented, so I won’t go into raptures again. I think it always wanted to be garter stitch; I just had to stop and listen. So far, I’m in love. Sweet, woolly love.
When I’m not freaking out about my dissertation, that is. I really hate freaking out about my dissertation — it’s so predictable and unhelpful — but I’m having a hard time getting my schedule established and feeling productive. Which leads to a lot of garter stitch.
Sigh. Garter stitch is the best. This is going to become my outlandish woolly cape of fortitude and determination come fall …