I've had a week of emotional upheaval (and also knitted half a sock). I've been sorely disappointed in the character of a friend, tried to help support another friend who is going through a rough time, and been reminded why I am so sad that people of quality keep moving away following a quick visit from an ex-roommate. At least there is the knitting. Each stitch is thoughtful, careful, and full of beauty. Each stitch matters. Each stitch fits with the next making a fabric, strong and true.
I've finished the body of Marilyn's Not So Shrunken Cardigan. It fits perfectly and I love the drape of the yarn. I am feeling unmotivated, however, to knit up the facings and teach myself to crochet ruffles. Instead, I cast on a Monkey sock with some of the Colinette Jitterbug. This is my first pair of socks with truly fancypants yarn, and I have to say it does make a difference. The yarn is soft and smooth and shows each stitch in sharp relief. My fingers are flying and the pattern is easy to memorize, but much more interesting than basic stockinette. While it will probably be awhile before this pair gets finished (I have a birthday present I need to knit up on a deadline), I think this is my favorite project in awhile. Of course, I think I always say that about whatever I'm working on at the current moment.
Aimster, I wish I could lift you up and move you to NJ. We are so much less drama out here! Ha! Love you, darling!