And so it continues…
August 2009 was a busy time for this knitter. Here is a trip down memory lane from 2009 that I couldn’t resist re-posting. We were moving, knitting, and working. It was a busy time. I now wear Rosalind on a regular basis 🙂
August 14, 2009
And so it continues….
I’ve been packing and I’ve been knitting. I decided to cast on a pretty, yet simple, project … Rosalind. She is a beautiful summer knit that keeps the harmonies in good shape (and aid in the retention of what little sanity I have left…that is not a lot). The designer, author of A Mingled Yarn Blog, is also an English Professor with a love and knowledge of Shakespeare that rivals my own. How I could I not cast on her creation in honour of one of my favourite Shakespearian characters. Over the years we’ve discovered our similarities that include Shakespeare, knitting, and dress making.
So far I have a few inches of the lace repeat on the back complete. The pattern actually calls for 2″ worth of patterning before starting the waste decreases. I have made an executive decision. Since I enjoy my sweaters and tops a wee bit longer, I knit 4″ and have now begun the repeats.
Speaking of Harmonies, I’ve been knitting with the Harmony straights. I love my Harmony Interchangeables and when I saw the straights for sale from Knit Picks I could not resist. They are beautiful. I like needles with a bit of grab to them and these certainly have it. They have very sharp tips and provide just enough grab so that I don’t drop my stitches off the needles. Here they are in all their glory (yes they come with the case – a beautiful black jaquard):
As a treat and reward to myself for making some progress I have begun to knit a repeat or two in between boxes. The Osteoarthritis and neck issues tell me that I must do this slowly. Even though there is only 6 weeks until the move (STRESS) I must take things slowly. If I overdo one day, I pay for it over the next few. So I spent the past three days packing a box and knitting a row. This is a great little system.
The office is almost packed…just a few odds and ends to go.
Every time I move I wonder why I have so many books. Why have I held onto books from my childhood? Why do I still have Berenstein Bears and Disney picture books? Why have I held onto books from Astronomy 101 and other’s from obscure classes that I’ll never think about again? Why do I have 18 copies of As You Like It (nevermind…silly question)…
I have thought about this over the past week as I looked around my house and noted each stack of books, each shelving unit crammed full of paperbacks next to hard covers, and while weeding out old research articles and other notes of interest. I have thought about this question as I packed each box while lovingly caressing the pages of books I hold dear. I have come to a conclusion.
That conclusion is I LOVE MY BOOKS. Each book not only contains pages of informative tidbits, but also memories of my life. I remember where I was when I bought each book. I remember my child hood and the excitement of receiving my Shakespearian Anthology. I remember meeting one of my best friends during a History 101 class. As countless volumes filled with political science tidbits pass through my hands and into the box, I remember meeting my husband and beginning the journey that has led me here. I flip through the pages of books I read to my children each night and remember their imaginations ignite with each word. I pick up books that have been brought back from travels. I feel the excitement of days past as I gaze upon the signatures of many an author within the pages of my personally signed copies.
So why do I hold onto my books? Why can I not let them go? I hold onto my books for they are filled with memories marking milestones in my life. They remind me of where I was and how far I’ve come. They fill me with warm thoughts and hold the promise of the future. Each book I own will one day pass to my daughter who will, I hope, hold them in a similar esteem. It is my hope that one day she will remember her own memories and milestones when she packs them up and takes them along on her own journey through life.