None – No knitting at all. I keep looking at the yarn and waiting for it’s secret whisper and…..
nothing. I feel like I am being given the cold shoulder. The wool is not loving me. It is teasing me and spinning easily through my fingers, but is keeping secrets as well.
It feels empty, cold. It scares me like a world without chocolate would scare me. Here is the pretty wool, aloof and distant.
I think I’ll go for a walk. Throw some hand spun in the bag and walk in the direction of water.
Here’s to coming home with more than a tangled bag of yarn…..