After finishing a successful knit it's hard to get back into the swing of another. The weekend was spent in the search for something that would fill the need.
What better time to bring out the Sock Mojo than the first day of the Summer of Socks? Saturday the temperature on our patio was 99, but it was nice to sit in the shade and feel the heat on my skin. (The cold winter has yet to leave my bones.) With a cold glass of tea by my side, and the Flickering Flames socks on the needles, I started to knit anew. Row after row of stitches quickly became a slog and slogging did not fill the need. It seems the Sock Mojo has once again made his escape and headed off to places unknown. He has a wandering spirit and I must accept him as he is. There is no joy in Sockville.
The next idea was to knit a scarf with some lovely purple Manos Silk Blend. This time I sat with something a little stronger to keep me cool...a yummy pomegranate martini. The pattern and yarn played together, but after dozens of mistakes (not caused by martini sipping, no sir-ree)…it was apparent this project was not to be. At a loss, at near wits end, I wandered the house in confusion. Why is it so hard to settle on a new project after a successful knit is off the needles?
Since the Sweater Mojo and I have been attached at the hip, I decided a sweater it would be. A search through the stash brought the right yarn out of hiding. The bright and happy Shocking Pink Silky Wool was a sight for sore eyes. My first thought was a cardigan out of this yarn would be the juuust right. Ravelry offered up a couple of ideas, but they just didn't sit right or feel right. A search of my knitting library revealed nothing and neither did a trip to the LYS. My confusion grew…how to find just the right thing, the perfect thing, the best thing for my knitting need?
With a sigh, I settled down to knit the tried and true Laura's Sunshine shawl. Maybe monogamy was the way to go for now. It was the act of wrapping the beautiful handspun around the needles that brought solace and contentment to my knitting angst and it wasn't long before the inspiration light bulb came on. Suddenly, I knew just what to knit...a pullover was the answer and I knew just which pattern.
The yarn is wound, the needles ready….and I know we're all made for each other.