Comfortable.

The cooler nights have admittedly been getting to me.  Summer took so long to arrive I no longer care if it stays.  Pining for wool.  I not so jokingly tell my family we'll get an alpaca when we buy our house.  For now I'll make do with a simple sweater made of one. 

Kids at school, canning done for the year, garden putting it's energy into ripening the last fruits.  Nothing to plant.  No activities to plan. 

Frantic running from practice to games even finds it's rhythm.  Picnics packed, eating in the grass, knitting draped on lap, watching them run and run and run...

Lengthened waist.  Lengthened arms.  Left off buttons.  Simple stockinette body shows off the thick/thin baby alpaca blend.  Perfect for the morning walk to school, while the air is still crisp.  Turn on the radio and curl up with the second cup.  Is that a leaf that just fell?

Comfortable.

Ch..Ch..Ch..Changes

Trust me, my lack of posting is not an indication of a lack of knitting. 

Quite the contrary, I finished one sweater, another that's missing 1 1/2 sleeves and a third that all too soon will also need homes for arms. 

In other words, I'm knitting just not writing. 

I loved this pattern since I found it back in January. 

After reading about how to 'fit' my knits more, I knew it was time to take knowledge to needles and this was the platform.

I love it.  Once again, I had to make some changes because of me, not because of her pattern.  Her pattern was perfect.  I am not.  Change the gauge.  Change the length.  Change the increases.  Change, change, change.  Perfect?  No.  Still messed up on a lace row, saw it as it laid there blocking.  My eyes roll back, figures. 

Summer comes to an end and all the real changes rear their heads.  School starts for all, slowly, but starts nevertheless.  Would love to say I'm basking in the silence, needles clicking steadily away but I haven't found my rhythm, yet.  Still too twitchy. 

More change on the horizon.  It lays outstretched in one hand, while the other hand is firmly on my back.  Two hands to come together at a time only He knows.  Calm resolve in the Divine plan.

Day 4 of a long weekend.  Summers last stand, keeps windows closed and sprinklers on.  Round ball of wool becomes a collar, a shoulder, an elbow, a wrist. 

Everything changing right before my eyes.