One Year Later

There's been some falling off the earth. Exactly how much of the story I'll tell here is limited by the fact that employers have in the past found this blog without me mentioning it. And employers tend to go all ooky if you say words like "vagina." (That just impacted my search results in curious ways. Turn back, pervs. It's not that sort of blog.)

We just had a year of IVF attempts. Outlook was very depressing. Somehow, it worked after multiple tries. I'm knitting a Tulips cardigan now.

So about that knitting.

If all goes well, the kid shows up in January, which means an opportunity for newborn wool sweaters if you're not saddened by the idea of her outgrowing it after 3 minutes, cotton/bamboo/linen/hemp for much of the year, and then hitting the wool cycle again for the 1-year size.

 As for the future of this blog? I imagine I'll drop in here once in a while. These few months are my time to recover my sanity before losing it again. I'm packing the days with knitting, reading (Graham Greene's The Quiet American, currently - fascinating novel), seeing friends, cooking, going to movies, seeing new places. It's sort of astonishing to go for walks in the evening and look at the grass or the sidewalks and feel something besides despair.

 Thanks, friends. Hope you're well in the yarnworld, wherever you are.

Tulips, with Knit Picks Swish Worsted: