New goals for the upcoming Christmas bazaar; the neck and eyes pay for the mind's ambition:
How is it that time is always short?
Stolen moments in the evening - the compulsion for another soothingly mindless project - but will I like it?
I won't know with certainty until I have knitted up a large enough expanse to regret the abuse of the yarn if I am wrong. I don't want any more "compromise" sweaters. I want (have) to knit from stash right now, but I want the designs to look like I meant it that way.
A crisp morning walk to preschool clears the head, at least momentarily. I do love the light in autumn.