on cables and codeine
i am, so far, kicking bayerische ass. the knitting is incredibly slow moving, as i am desperate to not make a mistake of any kind, but the reward is fantastic. i mean, look at this! this sock is a thing of true beauty! after the first sixteen round repeat, i’m starting to absorb what the symbols mean, which allows me to to continue knitting without checking the chart key after every stitch. i am totally enamored of the lattice-ish cable between the two plain twists. i am constantly in awe of the beauty of knitting, of the simplicity of twisting just two stitches at a time to create something so intricate and detailed.
right now i’m staring at my chart and sock and wishing i could knit more, but am presently in the midst of a nasty (maybe it is narsty?) fibromyalgia flare up. my hand is nearly useless and 96 teensy twisted stitches would only serve to make me cry in pain. so stare at the sock and not knit.
days like this, i mouse around ravelry. i’m trying to find a forum where the conversation interests me enough to participate (no luck, really, so far). i queue new projects, drool over yarns i’d like to buy someday.
i was meant to join a drop in aquafit class today at one of the local pools, but as i require pain pills to function today, this means i cannot drive to said pool, so i am once again alone in frustration. and frustrated i am! plus i’m getting whingey, and realizing this is perhaps the reason i haven’t been able to keep a blog for many years. hrm.
anyway! if you have read this, i hope you are not offended by my candid complaining!
