The first camellia blossom opened on Thanksgiving day.
I spent a good bit of the first part of the day in the kitchen, certainly a very happy place for me. Then there was family and food, fabulous movie time as we all settled in to watch Hayo Miyazaki's Spirited Away in the afternoon. It was a perfectly lovely day, filled with companionship and I enjoyed cooking and hosting just as much as I enjoyed the time together.
I must have been tired however, as I believe I took 3 naps on Friday. It is probably not surprising, since I was up working both early and late both prepping for thanksgiving dinner and with various household projects bookending the work of the painters every day. The living room was finished Wednesday afternoon, just in time for me to put the glassware back in the breakfront and resume Thanksgiving preparations, and the truth was that I would have been perfectly happy to just sit still and look at the walls. The painters will finish up this week; only the laundry room, 3 small closets, and the garage remain. It was perfect timing though for a long weekend, and Friday was spent simply puttering. I'm sure there will be further adjustments, mostly minor, in time, but for now I am content to sit and wait for inspiration to strike.
I finished a pillow cover I had been working on rather haphazardly, knitted from two skeins of Colinette's Prism yarn that I uncovered when I was recently sorting and cataloging yarn.. The colorway is called Gaugin. This was the first project I had knit for myself in quite a while, and I am happy with how it turned out.
Saturday afternoon I started knitting myself a sweater. It has been a long time; the last sweater I started, two years ago, is still sitting in my knitting box waiting to be assembled, and it has probably been over three years since I've actually knit and finished a sweater for myself. I've not been good at updating my ravelry projects so I am not certain about dates. But I am amazed at how fun and soothing I am finding the knitting to be, and how free of obligation. That doesn't mean I won't finish this sweater. I will, and the act of knitting is also kindling my desire to finish off those languishing UFOs. I suppose there needs to be some fun knitting to balance off the more detailed, and work-like part, which is finishing, but even the finishing seems appealing again.
Slowly things are coming back together and I am rediscovering the way time stops when I have yarn or embroidery thread or fabric in my hands.
