So, I wasn’t feeling too good yesterday, and I was totally scrooge-ing on Halloween (which ended up being pretty nice. The girls went out with various friends, and Nate and I enjoyed a quiet dinner before he went back downstairs to work while I knit and waited for trick-or-treaters. Aside from Clark throwing food all over the floor, it was a pleasant evening).

Aaand we’re back.

As I was saying, I wasn’t feeling too good yesterday, so I indulged a little bit and sat down with a book, 5 colors of Lamb’s Pride bits from the stash, and a sampler purse pattern to learn a new knitting technique.

It’s fair isle with one color in each hand, so you throw with the right hand and pick with the left, twisting the yarns around each other such that there aren’t any floats or tangles.

It’s awesome. I love it. I had soooo much fun. I always enjoy knitting, but yesterday, it was something more. It was sheer delight. Glee. Almost like I’d rediscovered the craft.

I’ve finished the color pattern, but I’d like it to be about twice as long, so I’m going to do some improvising. Probably just repeating the pattern but switching the colors around.

I got a picture of Abby in her legwarmers today.

And it’s occurring to me that Abby ends up with a lot more of my handknits than any other single person. I’m not sure how she manages that, because it seems to me that she shows the least interest. My only guess is that somehow, her method of request comes out more as a need than a want. I get suckered in. I’ve GOT to knit for my other children before they start calling “favorites”.

I have SO much to do today. There’s the cleanup from Halloween. I need to clean up from before Halloween. Nate and I are running away tomorrow for the weekend, and there is so much to do to prepare for that, getting everything in order for the kids… I’m tired just thinking about it. And my back hurts. I have no clue what I did, but I’m going to take a hot, epsom salt bath now before I do anything else.