I am stuck in the winter duldrums.
Chicago has the reputation for horrible weather. And I guess we have the occasional storm, but I describe the winter here as the Oatmeal season -- the entire winter is the same color and temperature as day old oatmeal. Just cold and gray. I would enjoy winter so much more if we had a decent snow every week.
But far worse than the winter dulrums are the knitting duldrums. And I am 34 inches into them.
The wrap I am knitting consists of two rectangles 18 x 30 3/4 inches knit in a twisted 1x1 rib -- all of the knit stitches are knit into the back of the stitch. I am 3 inches into the second piece, and dammit -- I am bored. Bored, Bored, Bored!
The only thing that keeps me awake is making lists in my head of future projects. Next up:
1. My first pair of socks.
2. I plan to reclaim the yarn I used to knit a king-sized blanket. It was knitted in stripes which I never joined. I'll have, conservatively, about 4400 yards of Lambs Pride worsted weight in four colors to play with. I am thinking about knitting several pairs of felted clogs. I have a decidedly Asian aesthetic running through the house, and I think it would be gracious to have comfy clogs available so guests might slip out of their street shoes while visiting.
3. I'd like to knit an Aran sweater for my son, Norbert . I know he would really, really love it. But kids grow so damn fast! Maybe I'll start one this summer and make it a full size too big for him. Then he can get two seasons out of it. But Norbert very much loves his Celtic heritage, and I know he would wear the sweater with great pride.
Now back to the tedious neverending wrap.