In recent weeks, I've been in a bit of creative rut, so to speak. Oddly enough, I rarely like my knitting projects while they're works-in-progress, but then fall in love with them once I bind off. Am I the only one to experience this?
Anyway, when I managed to finish this (one of three long-standing knitting projects), I felt relieved and excited because the end result is even better than I expected. It weighs practically nothing, and it drapes beautifully, thanks to fingering weight yarn on large needles. As this was knit as a gift for a friend, the excitement comes in waves. Wave one: finishing and blocking it, wave two: seeing the recipient's reaction. Jessica, I hope you enjoy it! :) For more of the nitty-gritty details, see my Ravelry page.
P.S.— Now I kind of want to make one in grey. ;)
There's a lot of heaviness in the world right now.
Now that we're well into January, I'm sitting down to write and glance back at the last year. I'm not much of a resolution-maker (not fundamentally opposed, just not for me), but I do find it's healthiest for my heart and mind to reflect and then continue on into the next year. Like every single year, there are good, hard, and in-between snippets and seasons.
I did it. I hopped aboard the sourdough train. I've made exactly one loaf of sourdough in my life, once last year, just a few months before we moved across the country from Texas to Indiana. I've long been interested in fermented foods, and tried my hand at a few, namely, kombucha, yogurt, and sauerkraut. And sourdough has been one on the want to try again list. Necessity is the mother of invention, right?