So obviously, my plan to finish a project each Friday in February fell completely off track after the mugging. I know knitting is supposed to bring you comfort and see you through the tough times. But to be honest, for the past week, knitting has pretty much been the farthest thing from my mind.
Until yesterday. Yesterday I started thinking about sweaters. Actually, one sweater. One sweater who's yarn was ready and waiting to be cast on. I knew I had no business starting a new project until I finished up more WIPs, but the thought of casting on still nagged at me. I knew I could stay strong. I knew I could resist. I knew I had plenty of other projects to keep me busy.
And then I cast on anyway.
It seems to me, in times of stress I become a sweater knitter. A year ago, while heart-broken over losing Charlie, the "Comfort Sweater" saw me through.
And so, the healing begins and the sweater progresses. I think it's going to be a fairly quick knit . . . and anyway, K.C. is more than willing to knit a few rows too!