Knitting on Impulse

More Gift Mitts

But first, in honour of Saturday, some sky:

 

The almost-but-not-quite-snowy season is upon us.  Even so, the mountain entertains by putting in a ghostly appearance from time to time.

Last night, we stayed up way too late watching the latest Indiana Jones flick - a good romp, as long as you don't get too serious about plot and plausibility.  Here's what I worked up during the movie:

 

 

I'm quite proud of the fact that I have finally accumulated enough knitterly experience to make up the embossed motif as I went along.  I'll have to do up the mate this morning before I forget what I did, though - hopefully my luck will hold with the colour intervals.  They'll go in the gifting box.

The yarn is one of my new base yarns - a heavy worsted weight superwash merino - perfect this time, with a firm but not overdone twist that allows for great stitch definition, and considerable pill resistance. (From the makers of the gold standard of superwash merino yarns, so I'm not surprised.)  This was a test skein - there will definitely be more in weeks to come.

The Sky's the Limit

I haven't posted sky pictures for ages.... so here's a little collection from the past month:

From dawn:

 

 

'til dusk:

 

Warning: cryptic stream of consciousness blogging ahead.  Possibly influenced by antihistamines and dextromethrophan.

I've been giving some thought lately to matters of change, uncertainty, pushing my limits, trusting my instincts, the nature of belonging and individuality and the habits and illusions that pervade those longings.  You know, small stuff.  

There's the precarious state created by this period of economic... sluggishness (disaster? upheaval?) - on a personal level, I think I can choose to see it as a breathing space for artistic growth.  (Though perhaps more psychological than temporal, since DH is going to have to give up many of the supporting roles he currently fills and find some auxilliary ways to keep us afloat.)  It's the paradoxical thing about monetizing creativity - when it becomes successful, you find yourself on a bit of a treadmill, scrambling to replace the "products" that customers love, sticking to the groove that works because paying the bills and buying groceries is a pretty good thing.  After a while though, comes a creeping sense of sameness and wistfulness for paths not taken, adventures not pursued for lack of time.  Then the world economy implodes and one is left to reflect on the adage "be careful what you wish for."  (Though I'm pretty confident I didn't wish for that.)

Naturally the opportunity for adventure brings up the business of belonging, of inside and outside the box, of unquestioned assumptions and genuine self-confidence.  It's a journey where discomfort provides valuable signposts - the opportunity to ask myself what I'm avoiding, what I really want. What would happen if I did a thing the way that makes eminent sense to me, even though nobody else does it?  Would it be so catastrophic if I really were the only one whose mind works that way, and wouldn't it be better than avoiding it altogether because I can't relate to the status quo? 

Onward.

Saturday Sky

Sometimes when your heart is breaking, and everything seems dark, it helps to climb the mountain and look up for a little magic.

Knitting content will resume any day now.  Really.

Saturday Sky

Pouring rain.  Dumping, even.

How about something happier to look at - say... last Saturday?

 

 

Saturday Sky: Sunrise

This was taken a couple of days ago - today is back to the standard dense grey.