I'm sitting here looking at my half-done sweater back. I love the colors. I love the tighter stitches this time. It won't drape as beautifully, but it will be warm and it will fit. I think I should be saying a mantra as I'm making the stitches, but nothing comes to me. Everyone says that knitting is a meditation. For me, it's excitement. I'm always excited to see how things turn out. I'm excited for this sweater, too, because I don't have many warm sweaters to wear this winter. I've made two, so far...one tan one that is too small and a green one that is nice to wear as a top with jeans or a skirt. I love it, but I can only wear it so many times in a row before it starts to smell like I live in it. The tan one is scheduled to be ripped out and re-done. All this knitting and ripping...I learn from it, and I enjoy experimenting with different techniques, but I want them all to turn out great, so I don't have to ractice wththe ripping out, too. I've got THAT technique perfected.
I'm saving some pretty brown yarn to make a long skirt for myself. I'm studying various skirt patterns to decide which, exactly, would be the best one for me. I hope to be able to skip the ripping out portion of the skirt experience. It's at this point that I miss my knitting machine the most. I've thought of ordering one from Bond America, but the thought of what the shipping costs might be makes me put that off. I haven't even checked to see what it would cost. I'm scared to look. I almost bought a spinning wheel with my tax money, but the shipping would cost more than the wheel is worth. Maybe I'll just have a look, anyway. Nothing like window shopping, heh? If nothing else, I might be able to bring mine back with me in November.