I was knitting away on my Twist sock for Leon, relatively happily, on my beloved Signature double pointed needles. With slipped stitches at the beginning of every needle, I did notice I was dropping a fair number of stitches. I thought, maybe it was because I cast on in the dark - on grand final day we were at a friends place, who only has a projector television. Not knitter friendly. Anyway, I kept knitting, and kept picking up the odd dropped stitch, always at the start of a needle. And then, I knit the leg off the DPNs and onto a long circular, so Leon could try it on. And he did, and then I kept knitting, magic looping happily along. This is like a complete personality switch. I've always hated magic looping because of the pull, pull, pulling I had to do, but certainly for this sock it seems the smoothest and most enjoyable thing to do. I guess some things really do change.
In meditation it's said that the pause between the in breath and the out breath is a gap, a space to rest. Well, I'm in that in-between space for reading, listening and knitting. This is a random photo of a highlight of my week - I filled up my lolly jar. These are just supermarket party mix. During the lockdowns, we sources a great pick-and-mix delivery service, but at some point they started sending from the UK, which is a bit silly. Rachey messaged me a new one she found, and I impulsed purchased a kilo of mixed lollies, and then she sent me a link to the biggest lolly shop in Melbourne, which also delivers sweets by the kilogram, so i think I'm sorted for the rest of the year! In reading I've just finished The Beckoning Lady by Margery Allingham . It's the second last book in the Summer of Mystery, and I have to admit, having now read nine Margery Allingham books, that they are OK. I wouldn't have read them if they were not connected to this club, but on...
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